Sleeping with a lie

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I pumped my feet to the sound of the blood pressure pump that squeezed on my left arm.

"How have you been doing?" Nurse West, a nurse here in London asks me.

"Great, happy."

"Theo James...engaged to such a gold looking man that everyone wish they could have." She comments.

The bag released, and my arm began to throb. I glance at Theo, as he tapped on his phone.

"Yeah." I bit my lip at the thought of him. Chuckling at one point, the Nurse takes the bag off my arm, telling me that my blood pressure was normal.

"Follow me to the M.R.I." she helps me off the table.

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Laying down on the uncomfortably firm table, a red beam aligned my body.

"Shailene, I'm going to ask you a few questions." Her tone sounded worried, yet condescending.

Where do you live?

Simi Valley, Califronia

What's your middle name?

Dianne

Daughters last doctors appointment?

December 8th, can't remember the Year.

She tapped the intercom button again, clearing her throat. After the M.R.I testing was done, I met back with Theo in the main hallway.

"Theo, grab her arm for me."

My knees were growing weak like my body was beginning to fail slowly. I blink, seeing beams of lights.

Theo P.O.V

"Why am I holding her?" I struggled to pick her weight back up.

"Hemmorage the brain can do this to a person." Dr. West nods.

I look down. "Then-"

Shailene wobbled to the ground, hitting her head on my shoe. Doctors filled the gaps around us, I didn't even have a chance to shout her name. Nurse West yanked me aside, away from the helping crowd.

"Tell me what's going on!" I shouted loudly.

"Shailene's M.R.I showed the tumor spreading like a butterfly... it's all over her brain. And once it reaches the-"

I cut her off, laughing into my palms. Shailene couldn't die. Not after all we have been through.

"Stem she will be paralyzed. Organs will fail, and blood will stop pumping. You know the rest Theo. So don't get your hopes up." She pats my shoulder, jogging to the operating room.

I had to stand there. I turn around, glancing at the time.

Ansel must know.

Driving down the street where I had privacy and free range to shout, I dialed in Ansel's number. He answers on the third call.

"Hello Theo." He says coldly.

"Ansel, how you've been holding up?"

"Fine. What do you want, Theo?" He huffed.

"Shailene's tumor has spread. All over her brain and basically, ah, I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that I'm scared. Coud you at least be there for her when she goes? Belle needs her biological father."

"She has you for a reason, bye."

He hung up the phone.

What a ass.