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'sorry y/n you're going to have leave I have a consult',

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'sorry y/n you're going to have leave I have a consult',

Jackson said beginning to look at his tablet after we finished lunch. I let out a slight breath before sitting in the consult chair,

'did you not hear me?',

Jackson said looking at me confused, I shook my head slightly,

'I'm your consult',

I said to him somewhat bluntly, Jackson looked at me slightly concerned and more confused,

'y/n what are you talking about? what's going on?',

Jackson asked sitting down on his seat, I let out another breath trying to stop my tears. I looked up at him,

'Jackson I have breast cancer',

I said to him trying not to stutter, he looked at me in a state of confusion and shock. I slowly nodded my head at him, waiting for him to process what I had said,

'uh have you had any scans or imaging done or did you just feel a lump or see a rash?',

Jackson asked me, I smiled at him slightly knowing that he was hoping that I was wrong. I nodded my head at him, I stood up from the chair as I saw Jackson grapple with what I had said. I grabbed his hands,

'jackson I've had the scans; I went to another state to get the consult I needed but I came back here to get my surgery from you hopefully before it progresses too far',

I said to him, he was shaking his head at me. I let go of his hands and his hands moved up to my face,

'y/n w-why didn't you tell me?',

Jackson said to me, I avoided his eye contact ever so slightly looking down at my feet. I felt the tears slowly begin to roll down my cheeks. I finally looked back up at him,

'we had broken up by the time I realised something was wrong; I wanted to tell you, I did, I want you there holding my hand through every scan and test I went through. I wanted you to be there when I got my results because I wanted, no I needed your arms around me as a comfort',

I said to him as his thumb caressed my cheek. He was trying to form words but he couldn't,

'Jackson I'm okay; the other doctors have said it hasn't spread yet and the double mastectomy should send me into remission and I will be okay. You are the best plastic surgeon in Seattle and I want you to not only do this surgery but I want you to help me recover'.

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