Don't leave me behind.

4. the results.

After that day at the hospital, becky and freen had grown even closer to each other than before.
The pair had both taken time off of work to get everything straightened out and figure out what their next move would be. becky wasn’t ready to tell her place of work the situation yet, not until the results of the biopsy came back and freen just said she had a family emergency.

It had been a few days since the biopsy had been taken when freen rolled over in bed and realized becky wasn’t lying next to her like she usually was.
freen stumbled out of bed as she went throughout the house calling becky name.

freen heard fumbling on the porch before becky quickly hopped back inside and slammed the door;

nervously becky smiling
“good morning.”

freen looked at becky up and down eyeing her suspiciously
“What were you doing out there?”

becky looked around the room as she was quickly trying to come up with a lie
“a girl can’t enjoy the sunrise?”

freen recognized becky nervous tone and walked toward her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me becky”
freen called out as he could smell the cigarette fumes coming off of becky body.

“You’re killing yourself”
freen cried out, tears in her eyes as sge grabbed the now very obvious cigarettes and lighter out of becky hand.

becky suddenly got defensive as she hollered back at freen in a condescending tone “NEWSFLASH GENUIS, I’M ALREADY FUCKING DYING.”

freen froze, her body felt unable to move as the words becky had just said kept replaying in her head.
becky however, was already halfway out of the room when she heard freen speak.
“You think nobody cares about you, and nobody loves you but I do”

freen whispered as sge tightly shut her eyes to stop the tears from flowing.

becky heard every word that came out of freen mouth but somehow all she could manage to respond was the word “what?”

freen finally felt some sort of life flow back into her as she turned to face becky.
“I understand that you’re sick becky, but you have no idea how this affects me too”
freen sounded angry which slightly threw becky off.

“Excuse the fuck out of me for having cancer”
becky said in a defensive tone as she limped into the bed room, body still sore from slipping in the shower and the surgery incision.

freen quickly followed backy into the bedroom and sat next to her on the bed.
“I’m not angry at you for having cancer. I’m angry at you for not realizing how much your life means to me. I love you and I want you to fight”

freen pleaded as he was trying to keep it together.
becky avoided eye contact with freen before speaking
“What if I don’t want to fight?”

freen was completely caught off guard and hurt.
“I can’t fucking believe you would say that”

"believe me that's will be better for both of us, especially you"
becky said that seriously while she was avoiding eye contact with freen.

" you think you know what it's better for me more than me !!"
freen whispered when the phone rang...she wiped her tears away and went to answer the phone.

freen tried to adjust her voice to sound like she wasn’t crying
“Hello?”

“Hello, this is Nurse Stratford may I speak with Becky Armstrong?”

“One second”
freen sniffed as she went back into the bedroom.

“Results are in”
freen bit back tears as she gave becky the phone and left the room.

becky eyes widened as she realized she was about to learn just how bad things were... she put her hand in her pocket, took deep breath and said:
“Hello, this is becky.”

“Hello, Ms. Armstrong, this is Nurse Stratford and I was calling to discuss the results of your tissue biopsy do you have a moment to go over this information with me?”

“Yes”
becky responded simply, trying not to projectile vomit everywhere.

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