in his arms
Chapter
60
“Yes?” I asked as soon I
was within range.
“This way, please,” she murmured, leading me through
the door and down a long corridor. We turned down many hallways.
I had to make sure I followed close behind her, or else I’d
get lost.
“How is he?” I inquired desperately.
“He’s fine,” she told me, not looking up from
her clipboard.
“Is he okay? Will he be okay?”
She grinned at me as she pulled another door open. “Well,
why don’t you ask him yourself?”
I stepped inside the room and I found him there, laying on the
bed. His eyes were opened but dreary, and I could tell the smile
on his face was forced.
I was close to tears at that point. “Anthony?”
“The medication hasn’t exactly worn off yet,”
the nurse told me. “He’s still kind of waking
up.”
I exhaled heavily through my nose, feeling a warm rush flow down
my cheek. “Hi.”
He grinned. “Hi.”
I crossed the room to sit beside him. “How are
you?”
“I’m, well, getting by, I guess.” He took my
hand in his. “How are you? How’d the appointment
go?”
I felt my heart slump inside my chest. “Well,” I
murmured, sitting.
I had his full attention now. “What?”
“Did they get the entire tumor?” I asked, trying to
change the subject.
He eyed me suspiciously. “Yeah. They said it’s
possible that I might need physical rehab for the damage done
during the seizure, but other than that, it went fine.”
“I’m surprised you can talk now.”
He smirked. “I was pretty heavily medicated for a good
eight hours. But, hey, I guess this is a good thing,
right?” I nodded gently. “So how about that meeting
you had?”
I should’ve known better than to think he would’ve
forgotten it. “It was productive.”
“Productive in what way?” He knew I was hiding
something.
“Productive meaning there was a big decision
made.”
“What was that?”
I took a deep breath. “I’m not continuing the chemo
treatments.”
His eyes were fairly disconcerted. “Why?”
“It had no effect on the cancer.”
He flinched, as if I had hit him. “So, what treatment are
they starting you with?”
“They’re not.”
His eyes widened, and I wondered if he might cry. “So
you’re not doing anything about it?”
“No.” Every word was ripped from my throat, so much
so it actually hurt.
“Kaitlyn,” he breathed, “you’re just
letting yourself die? You won’t fight?”
“I’ve been fighting,” I told him.
“I’m tired, Anthony, I can’t keep
fighting.”
I saw the utter hopelessness in his eyes as he murmured
breathlessly, “Kaitlyn, I can’t lose
you.”
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Shannon* · 1 decade ago
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I feel redundant. You're such a good writer and I'm crying ugh its so good