My Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

3 months

Standing up shakily, the nurse comes in with her clipboard.

"Ember Monroe, Mr.Teethan can see you now."

I follow her back to him, my heart beat fast and a bead of sweats falls from the side of my forehead.

"Mr.Teethan... what's the news?"

I have lung cancer and I just finished surgery a couple months ago. Mr.Teethan finally called and said he has the results, that it's important.

"Well I have bad news and worse news. You should sit down."

Sitting down on the uncomfortable black chair, I cross my legs and clasp my hands together in my lap looking down.

"Whats the bad news sir?"

Sighing he sits and pats my knee. "The cancer spread. We didn't detect it before the surgery. Its affecting your heart now and your stomach."

Oh God. "What does this mean?"

I see his worried face and his eyes are full of sympathy and frustration.

"We can't do anything about it. You have three months left to live."

"Wha - what's the worse news?"

Closing his eyes, he inhales deeply before saying, " When you complained about not getting your period we did tests. The test you took was a false negative. You're three months pregnant Ember. I'm sorry."