The Perfect Storm 2

Chapter 189

"W . . . what?" My eyes are teary and I can see my mother is lost for words. I feel so lost and so alone, so numb and so unexplainable.

"Osteosarcoma, it's detected early, but we have to start treatment soon." The doctor explains.

"How is the treatment?" My mother sweetly asks even though she's holding her purse tightly in her hands. 

I can see tears swelling in her eyes and I feel a few tears of mine spread themselves onto my cheek. I can't do this, I can't see my mother go through this, and not when I'm in Washington. 

I'll have to stay in Ohio and then Miles will go to New York and everything will change again but for even worse.

"Well, it there are some tablets I'll need to give you, then chemotherapy depending on whether or not it's possible to slow it down with medication and lastly you'll need surgery never the less, but I will need at least a week for you to only intake the medication."

"Okay." My other nods.

"We will schedule the surgery. There might be some worry on your mind but I want to reassure you that the surgery is something that a lot of patients go through and ninety percent of them end up healing completely, especially when detected this early."

"Understood." My mother tries her best to smile but the pain is clear in her eyes, she's not okay.

"Mom—" I start but it comes out as a whisper and she doesn't hear me so I stop. I don't know what she must feel like but I can only assume her pain is worse than mine of knowing that my mother is going through this. It's unfair and it doesn't make sense, her leg pain didn't seem that serious and especially not when she kept reassuring me that everything was just fine and even that she was getting better.

"This is very strong medicine so you'll have to be on bed rest for about one to two weeks and I'll need you to monitor how your legs are feeling, some patients actually recover from the medication alone, and because this is detected so early—"

"Okay." My mother whispers and the doctor stops.

"I should be fine." My mom adds.

"Okay, then, I'll be getting your prescription drugs ready and you can come back in one to two days to receive them, if you'd like we can send them home for—"

"I'll come." My mother interrupts him again and I start to wonder if she even cares about all of this information; if she even wants to listen to any of this. I can't imagine what Miles is going through with his father at the hospital but I can only hope it's better than this.

Miles's POV

"How bad is it?" Pamela asks and I roll my eyes.

"Well, it has spread, it's terminal but with care, chemotherapy, and some other radiation processes, we might just be able to cure it and it's worth the try." The nurse looks Pamela deep into the eyes. Pamela opens her mouth to say something but I can't hear any of it, all I'm thinking about is how Madison is doing. 

Is she okay? Is she sitting alone at the doctor's office with creeps surrounding her? The distance between us is getting to me but I can only blame myself since Ohio to Washington state isn't as bad as Washington to New York; the distance that I willingly put between us.

"And those are my only options?" I hear David question the nurse. 

Their eyes are locked together while Pamela stares at David. The two haven't been in a room together for what feels like an eternity and they're handling it surprisingly well.

"Yes—" the nurse begins but the bitch jumps in.

"So where is this new mystery woman? Couldn't make it?" David eyes her.

"She's the one that brought me here, but she's on her way back. Stuck in traffic." David explains and I roll my eyes. I can't be here, David isn't fucking hurt, he's fine, he's completely fine at least for now, and even if he won't be, I've said my goodbyes.

"Bye, David," I say, a small smirk trying to squeeze itself onto my lips. The nurse, Pamella, and David are all keeping their eyes on me.

"Goodbye, son." He says as I attempt to turn around, my fists clench and so does my jaw but then all of a sudden I relax. He's gone, he has been gone and he was dead this whole time, dead to me since the day he stepped out and since then, my dad doesn't exist anymore, David does. 

I bump the door out of my way and hear more chattering even after closing the door and I can only assume it's Pamela saying something about David's girlfriend. I feel myself bump into someone and I look up with a smirk and a lot of dis-fucking-belief.

"Lace?" I stare at the tag on her white robe or whatever the fuck it's called, 'Lacey.' This must be some fucking joke.

"You a fucking nurse now or something?" I ask her, my brow raised to look at her. Her fingers fumble with something before she sticks it in her white pocket.

"I'm an intern." She finally speaks, her voice is fragile, low, and undecided, almost as if she didn't expect to ever be seen like this, but I am, and her fingers won't stop fiddling. She looks at me, her lips puffed and her eyes staring right into mine.

"I had no idea you were a completely different person during the day," I smirk and her cheeks blush before she lets out a small giggle and swats my arm. She looks around and then her eyes finally meet mine again.

"Can we go somewhere a little more private? I just started here and I don't want to be chit-chatting on the job—"

"Sure, okay," I say softly and then nod, her eyes staring into mine intensely.