Beware

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"Ms Montgomery you are aware that the news we shared with you months ago was very serious." Dr lane began.

I sighed.

"Yes." I said simply.

"You were suppose to come back so we can start your survival process." He pointed out.

I let out a deep breath preparing myself for my next question."What are my chances of living?" I asked him.

"We won't know until we get the test results back. Have you been experiencing any pain?" He asked me.

"Yes." I admitted.

He nodded. "They usually want us to sugarcoat it but considering your situation, I think it's best to tell you what you're up against." He started. "There is a major possibility that it's too late." He told me. "Your pancreatic cancer could have spread tremendously leaving deadly tumors throughout your body." He informed me. "And that's only the beginning of what this cancer could have done over the past months."

My throat grew dry as I tried too fight back my tears.

"But let's say that somehow it didn't get that bad." He said. "If that's the case we will start your surgery process right away, get you on chemo, radiation and everything else we possibly can to fight this and you will survive." He assured me. "But as for now until we get these results back, this could go either way." He pointed out. "My only advice is too take it easy, and don't loose hope."

As I left the hospital I couldn't help but cry, my fate lies within the results of these blood test.

Am I even allowed to be sad? I practically brought this upon myself.

After I had the miscarriage and they told me they found cancer cells I should have did something about it then. Months ago.

But I couldn't even bring myself to tell anyone. Talking about it makes it real, and I didn't want it to be real.

My motto was to go on with life, live it to the fullest and whatever happens, happens.

And now it might be too late to change my mind.

~*~
Chresanto pov

"Hello?" I said answering my phone.

"I need a favor." Prod said his voice in a panicked tone.

"I'm listening." I assured him.

The line sat quiet for a while almost as if he was searching for the right words.
"I need you to make a drop for me." He blurted out.

I nearly dropped my phone. "What?" I scoffed. "No, no. hell no." I stressed out. "Are you crazy?!" I asked him.

"Actually I am." He admitted. "I had an asthma attack earlier so they have me here in the hospital on 24 hour watch there is no way I can get out of here." He stressed out.

"Then the drop will wait until you can." I told him.

"I wish it was that simple." He groaned. "I got paid up front for this drop and he wanted his merch by today." Prod explained.

"I'm sure you can explain what happened to him, he will understand." I argued.

A croaked chuckle sounded through the phone.

"Understand?" He scoffed. "Jimmy is anything but understanding." Prod assured me.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not doing it. Call one of the other boys." I told him.

"Trust me you are the last person I would turn to for something like this." He assured me. "You're the only one who knows where my drop spot is." He pointed out.

I couldn't believe he was seriously asking me to do this right now.

"Do you like to see me breathing?" Prod asked. "Because if you don't make this drop within the next few hours im a dead man walking." He guaranteed me.

The line sat in silence as I thought over my options.

"Fine." I gave in.

He let out a breath of relief. "I love you! Man I love you so much." He praised.

I chuckled.

"Go by my condo, get my spare key and grab the two duffle bags in my closet. After that I need you to put the wires on." He told me.

"Wires? What the fuck." I questioned.

"I need to know everything that's going on at all times,this is very dangerous Chresanto one slip up and things can get real ugly, real fast." He warned me.

I sighed. "Continue." I told him.

"Once you get to the location, I will walk you through everything from there." He told me.

"Can't I just leave the bags there?" I asked.

"I hope you're kidding." Prod stressed out.

"Of course I am." I lied.

"I ain't never prayed a day in my life, but im sure as hell about to pray right now. Talk to you in a few." He told me before ending the call.

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