Dare Kings

Chapter 41: No optimism

The next morning

Mom and I pulled up at the New York City hospital and pushed the door opened before starting our way inside.

We were on our way to meet my new doctor, Mr. Wayne.

Bruce Wayne, no, he wasn't actually him but yeah... I kind of felt the urge ro say that.

Mom and I started our way towards the Front desk, where sat a doctor on a computer threwing a gum.

"Good morning. We are here to see Doctor Elijah Wayne?"

I snorted back my laughs while I tried to bit my tongue, and mom bombarded me a death glare causing me to chuckle, covering my mouth.

How much did his parents hated him? Who the hell named their kid Elijah Wanye? If it were the Kardashians, I would've understand, but come on....

"Hm, name?"

"Haley Davis, and this is my daughter Alyssa Davis."

"Okay, you have an appointment with Doctor Wayne a eight. He's on the second-floor room 63," Mom nodded, and we walked off, me trying to compress myself from laughing.

"Why did you laugh?" Mom asked while we walked.

"Who names their child Elijah Wayne?" I snorted. "Elijah Wayne," I said more huskily.

Mom and I got inside the elevator and then closed it.

"I almost named you Beatrice..." I gasped, looking at her with horror.

She did not!

"No way you did?" She nodded, smiling at me, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh yes, baby, I almost did," I thanked anyone who ever made her changed her mind.

A few minutes later

"Nice to meet you Alyssa, and good to see you again, Haley," he shook both our hands. "I've gotten your files already Alyssa, so how are you doing?"

I shook my head at him. "Not good, doctor," I told him honestly. My head felt like it was being knocked with a hammer over and over again, and I felt nausea, tired, and I was losing my focus.

"Why is that, Alyssa?" He asked, going through some files he held.

I sighed. "I have cancer, and every day I feel like I am going to die," I looked at my trembling hands.

"Sweetie, you're not going to die," mom assured me, then she looked at my doctor, that looked unsure.

Why was he looking unsure! Was I going to die!

"You have a stage four Glioblastoma brain tumor," the doctor said, and I nodded, watching him. "Well, I've seen your files from your last doctor, and it's very serious...I am surprised you've made it this far," he muttered, but I only heard.

"Doctor, yes, we know that's why we are here..." My mom said worriedly, rubbing my shoulders.

"It's very unlikely for an eighteen-year-old to have a stage four Glioblastoma cancerous brain tumor, it's always the elderlies, and they haven't made it this far, and based on what I've seen so far, there is no way your daughter can survive such illness, I am sorry-"

I gasped in terror.

"No! No! No-no! There must be something that could be done doctor! I can't lose her! I won't, I-I can't accept that news!" My mom panicky said, with tears, hopelessly and distressingly astounded. "I am sorry, but I can't."

I mewled, covering my mouth, feeling as if my soul fled my body. My perspective of the world started slowing down around me.

This was my last hope. I was going to die.