Given A Chance

1

"It's been a few months. The pain doesn't go away." I answered the doctors question.

"Point to where the pain is." He commanded.

I did, and then he started poking and prodding me. It hurt like hell, to say the least. The pain was unbearable. His face suddenly flooded with concern.

"I- uh- I'm gonna have to run some tests on you Robyn." Dr. Hermioner said and quickly walked out.

He is our family doctor. And has treated us every time we get sick, or injured. He was kinda like family. I use to think of him as my uncle when I was smaller. I still do in a way.

I looked across the room to my mom as she walked in, her hands were shaking, her eyes were watering, and her lips trembling. I knew this would be a horrible diagnosis. I knew I was sick.

But did anyone listen? No.

"S-Sweetie, I'm so sorry." She whispered.

And then left. Well, what was I supposed to do now? I could get up and check, but even sitting up was a struggle sometimes. I felt weak most of the times. I didn't know why. I wasn't the most energetic person, but I usually did some stuff. Sometimes I woke up too tired, too weak to even stand. I found it hard to go to school. But I was graduating this year, I didn't want to miss a day. I had tests often. They counted a lot for me. If I failed, I was a failure. If I succeeded then I would be happy, and usually end up studying because i had room for improvement. Also just to be on the safe side.

I heard my mother weeping and my dad scream in frustration. I had to know what was going on. I pushed my self of the bed and made it to door. Perfect! I was already out of breath. What is wrong with me? Come on Robyn, you can do this! I used the wall for support and made my way to the living room. The voices were muffled but I could still make out what they were saying.

"Is it curable?" My dad asked.

"Yes, it is. Most of the time the patient is cured successfully, but Mr. Gallegos we don't even know if Robyn has this!" Dr. Hermioner answered.

I stepped out from behind the wall, "What could I possibly have?" I demanded.

"Robyn go to your room!" My mother instructed.

"Not until I know what is wrong with me? Why am I so weak? Never hungry? Mom I need a hell of a good explanation!" Her eyes widened at my response.

"Don't talk to your mother like that Robyn! Now get your ass up the stairs!" My dad was holding back tears, and his voice cracked. Whatever it was, this was bad. And I wanted- No I needed answers.

"No." I walked to the couch and sat beside Dr. Hermioner.

"She deserves to know. And you two can't keep this from her. Or would you rather she finds out herself? She will be old enough to take charge of herself in two months. If she does not know why she is being treated, you think, she won't run away? Tell her and save yourselves the headache."

"I-i can't. I'm sorry Robyn." My mother ran upstairs. Great. Good to know I have her for support. My dad soon followed my mother. I was with the only person who could even get remotely close to knowing what it was that I had.

"Tell me." I was looking at the floor. My eyes glazed over.

He sighed and looked at his hands. "Robyn I'm not completely sure, I need to run tests so I can know."

"Then tell me what your theory is." I wasn't giving up.

"I believe you might have lymphoma. Your symptoms match, you've had this for months. That is my theory, though I would like to believe I am wrong."

"What is lypoma?" I was confused.

"Lymphoma, and it's a form of cancer. It affects your immune system, specifically." He looked at me with concern, "Do you feel okey?"

"Yea, just tired from the stairs." I said and laughed humorlessly.

"All right then. If you want, you can come with me to the hospital. I'll give you the tests you need. You will also need to stay the night, you don't look so well and you need to rest. I doubt you get any." He narrowed his eyes.

"I get all the rest I need, I don't want to stay at a hospital." I scoffed.

"I'm sorry, but your parents and you want answers. Don't you? This is the only way Robyn." He stood and grabbed his suitcase, "I'll wait for you in the car, ten minutes." He was out the door.

If this was the only way to know for sure what was wrong with me, then I had no choice. I walked to my room, I packed a pair of clothes. Just in case. And I was out, of breath that is.

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Yay! First chapter! So I'm pretty satisfied with this. Are you? Yes? No? Well the next chapter will have more information. Robyn my poor baby, she's sick. Next chapter ->
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