Dr. Hamilton sat on his desk, frowning at his papers and records. A screen with a brain was in front of him, and he compared the two images.
His frown grew deeper as he thought about symptoms.
Headaches.
Dizziness.
Sickness.
For a while, temporary amnesia.
His heart thudded and he stood up abruptly, his chair toppling over. How had he not noticed before—?
The door burst open, and a nurse stormed in.
"Dr. Hamilton!" she exclaimed. "The patient, Rosemary—"
He ran.
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Her phone was on the floor, the screen cracked. Her fingertips brushed against the floor and her eyes were closed.
The heart monitor had stopped beeping, showing a flat red line.
Flatline.
A tear had traced its way down her cheek.
Dr. Hamilton stared, his own heart stopping for a couple seconds. He stumbled back, feeling tears filling his own eyes.
"How long?" he whispered.
The nurse glanced at him. "We left her alone for ten minutes," she said softly.
For months, the little spot in her brain that had showed up in her xrays had increased. Growing bigger and bigger over time. He had thought nothing of it, thinking of it as an aftermath of the coma. Aftermaths of comas could last a long, long while.
He was so, so stupid.
The spot in her brain was a tumor, growing bigger, taking over her brain.
Brain cancer.
This entire time, it wasn't the coma. It was brain cancer.
~ Lyn
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General FictionA game against time. A story of sibling love. Would it be all right at the end? At twelve years old, Rosemary Miller had been part of an accident that had sent her into a coma for two years. Two years later, when she woke up, she wasn't the same...
