(✓) iii.| 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

[ 040 ] 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓

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THINGS GET BETTER AND THINGS GET WORSE—-however, you need to give credit where credit is due... because everything is much better than how it once was.

but all problems have a start, and it could start with someone who is particularly sick.

"i told you i'm fine!" lily shouted as timothee sat her down in a chair in their office, she was in denial and it wasn't going well.

"fine my fucking ass" miles muttered,

she collapsed, confusing everyone—-she told them that it was because she was dehydrated but two people knew exactly what it was.

so they pulled her away from everyone to talk, she needed to figure out something right now.

"i'm fine guys really" she said as she looked up at the two boys who were giving her knowing looks.

"okay then walk" timothee shrugged,

"w-what?" her eyes widened,

"you heard him, walk to the door and back in a straight line" miles said, causing her to chew on her lip nervously,

"why?!" she stalled,

"you're telling us your fine right? then walk, it's not a big deal hmm?" miles fired back, she rolled her eyes before attempting to stand up.

she was wobbly, which already made miles and timothee look at each other with knowing looks—-she was a dead giveaway,

then she stood up straight, she held her hands on her hips as she smiled proudly,

"see?" she said with a smile,

"okay now walk" timothee shrugged,

she took a few slow steps forward, she was actually walking pretty nice... but at a slow pace—-she didn't even notice that miles and timothee were walking on either sides of her.

they knew she was going to fall eventually.

and just like that, when she was about halfway there her right leg finally gave out, causing her to fall forward, they both quickly leaned forward and caught her.

"see?" miles said as they guided her back to the chair, and just then she bursted into tears, causing both miles and timothee to give her a sad look

"i-i'm scared, okay?" she said,

"we know your scared... but what's scarier is you not doing anything about it and letting a deadly brain tumor just sit inside of your body" timothee said,

"or i-i can let them crack my skull open and probe on the inside of my brain with a great chance that i could die on the table during surgery?" she said, causing them both to sigh.

"listen... you can't base everything off of that statistic, most people with brain tumors are older than you, you're younger, healthier, and you take care of yourself, setting yourself at a better survival rate than the average patient" miles explained,

"wow thanks doctor fairchild" she laughed slightly,

"what kind of a doctor are you?" timothee mockingly asked, causing miles to smirk before responding,

"a very lovely gynecologist" he said before winking, causing both lily and timothee to glare at him—-of course miles would say something like that.

"seriously?" lily said as she glared at him,

"what? need an exam?" he sarcastically asked, causing her to flip him off,