Sleeping with a lie

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Days Later At the Airport

Theo gripped my body tightly into a hug. I sniffed his scent for the last time. I can't leave them like this, but to save my life I have to.

"Mama!" Belle snagged to my leg.

I coughed a cry. "It'll be okay. I will be back before you know it, right Daddy?"

Theo nods. Pretending a fake smile, he picked up Belle with his free hand.

"A week. That's 7 days."

"I know Dada." She said obnoxiously.

I laugh. "I'm going to miss you firefly."

Firefly was my nickname for her. Only through the hard times. Reason behind it was that she would always light up my world at the right time.

"Delta Airlines is now boarding passengers." A demonic voice says over the intercom.

Theo pecked my cheek. "See you later."

"See you later." I smiled.

Walking down the crowded pathway, I heard Belle shout my name. I don't look back, keeping my head down. Sobs let out of me like sirens. Yet, silent to keep the overwhelmed feelings. Dr. West was going to help me. She knew what she was doing.

She knows what she is doing.

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Directly after landing in United Kingdom, Dr. West sent me a text saying that I needed to get to the treatment center. This week was going to be long.

"Shailene," She welcomed.

I sat in her office chair. "Yes?"

"You have decided to come." She nodded. "Lets get started."

Nurses wearing blue scrubs come in. I am now in a gown, smelling like a hospital, clean and sanitized.

"This is Dr. Yahn. She is a expert neurosurgeon here in the U.K." Dr. West blabbed on about Dr. Yahn, complimenting and stating her every achievement. Probably to make me feel like I was in the right hands.

"I assure you that you went have a thing to worry about." Dr. Yahn smiled softly. " going to ask you a few questions."

I've been through this plenty of times.

What's today's date?
May 16th 2015

How many children do you have, And their names?
3. Belle, Carson Rae, and Oliver.

When did you wake up this morning?
.....
Favorite color?
Hot pink.

Husbands name?
Theodore Peter James T.

She clasped her hands together. Scribbling on a notepad, she wrote down the words; timing.- no sign.

"What's my stage?"

Dr. Yahn types on a computer that was beside her. Dr. West and the other nurses prepare my bed for the M.R.I scan.

"So far, your memory is magnificent. But I noticed something when you spoke. Your eye and mouth twitched." She explains. "You might have tourette syndrome. A common side effect to the brain Cancer."

"That will soon take over me. Kill me. Yeah, get it."

Dr. West pats my arm down. "Shailene."

"Don't talk to me like a little kid! You just get this brain cancer fully removed." I scolded, continuing. "Thanks, much appreciated."

"Roll her down to get a M.R.I and a CAT scan." Dr. Yahn closed a window on the screen. "I will be there in a few minutes."

Rolled out the room, I glance at the white ceiling. All I knew was that when I died, I wanted to see his eyes stare into mine.

That's all.