Adieu

Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty

Josephine winced slightly as the coolness overtook her.

"Did that hurt?" William murmured, wrapping his hand around her own.

She shook her head. "Just cool."

It was beyond amazing to be in Paris once more, she hadn't realized how much she loved her new city. But nothing topped the near euphoria she was currently feeling from lying here in a hospital bed, waiting for an image of her child.

He sighed in worry. "What if he's sick? Or-or not growing fast enough? How would-"

"Tell him that's the main reason we're doing this," Michellé-her obstetrician-said reassuringly in fluent French.

"That's why were doing this Will," she said soothingly. "So we can see how it's doing."

"He," he corrected with a half-smile.

Jose rolled her eyes, grinning. "I think she's a girl."

"Boy, he's a boy," he insisted, before frowning.

"What's wrong?"

William shook his head. "N-nothing."

She sighed in exasperation. "Please don't-"

"Mrs. Smyth? I'm sorry to interrupt, but your baby is up there now."

Josephine locked her eyes to the screen to reveal an object that slightly resembled a fish. She laughed, grinning broadly. "That's her?"

Michellé nodded distractedly, not taking her eyes from it. "The fetus looks to be in perfect condition," she said after a moment, before pointing to a moving part of it. "That's it's little heartbeat, although we can't hear it at this point in time. Congratulations, your baby is perfectly healthy."

Her cheeks were beginning to hurt from smiling so much. "Will, isn't it wonderful?" She murmured, her eyes watering. "She's perfect."

"I can hardly breathe," he replied, squeezing her hand gently.

Josephine turned to him, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know right? We should go out tonight don't you think? To celebrate?"

William shook his head rapidly. "No. I'm serious, I can't..." He broke off as he fell to the ground.

"Will!" She exclaimed, sitting up. "Michellé, you have to help him!"

It was like one of those bad dreams, you know, the ones where you can't quite run fast enough to save yourself? Only this was 1,000 times worse, because this was reality and her husband wasn't breathing.

"I have to get him to the emergency room, stay here-"

"No, I can't do that!" She objected, climbing off of the mattress.

The obstetrician looked at her sternly. "I don't need you in my way."

Josephine walked over to where Michellé was supporting him. "I won't be, if anything I'll be a huge help. We can move him much faster if we put him onto that bed," she said nodding toward it and placing a hand an inch from his mouth.

Jose could feel the weakest puff of air hitting it, slowing with each second. She locked eyes with the only other conscious occupant of the room. "My husband has lung cancer and not much longer to live, we have to work together, you have to trust me."

The obstetrician bit her lip for a brief moment before nodding vigorously "On three."

You know when your trying your very best to sleep, but something is annoying you too much for you to do so? That's exactly what William was experiencing in that moment.

The noise was similar to the shrill beeping of an alarm clock, only slower and without an automatic snooze. He tried in vain tune it out for the longest of moments, focusing simply on the familiar scent of vanilla shampoo only inches from his nose, before sighing without opening his mouth and forcing his eyes open.

Through his now squinted irises, William identified the source of the nuisance; a heart monitor. He groaned, closing his eyes once more.

So he was finally necked into the hospital. Fantastic.

William examined his left wrist, shaking his head when he saw the IV resting there, god he hated needles.

"Your getting better, right?"

He turned his head to the right, revealing his wife; with her chin resting comfortably on the edge of his pillow. Tear tracks ran stained her cheeks, and her watery emerald eyes seemed to have lost all of the light he loved; it hurt him more than any wound ever could.

He smiled sadly at her, but didn't respond. He refused to lie to her.

A tear rolled down her cheek. "You are, I know it," she insisted.

William wrapped his hand around her own. "I... I think this it it Jose," he whispered.

Josephine shook her head, closing her eyes briefly. "Don't say that, your fine. We'll be having a picnic by next week, I promise."

He sighed. "I honestly-"

"Stop it," she insisted tearfully. "You can't just suddenly die. You were absolutely perfect last week, there's no way you can just-"

"You are the only thing that made me that way, the only person on the entire planet who brings my spirits up by just seeing your face; every time," he insisted, wiping away one of the never ending tears with his thumb. "But physically, I haven't been well since before I even knew you existed."

She brought a hand to her mouth, a sob falling through her lips. "But your always so happy, and your always out doing things, and you've never showed signs of the cancer. Maybe you don't even-"

"Each patient experiences it differently Jose, and I told you, the only reason it seemed like that is because of you," he interrupted gently.

Josephine shook her head, the tears flowing with more force than Niagara Falls.

William soothingly combed his fingers through her cotton-like curls. "I love you; forever and always."

Only the sound of his heartbeat and the occasional sniff from Jose could be heard for the longest of moments before the hesitant knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," he said clearly, not removing his hand from her hair.

The door cracked open slowly to reveal a blonde haired doctor, he had a completely neutral expression engraved into his features; which William deduced wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"Hi, I'm doctor Jones," he announced in an English accent, walking in and closing the door beside him. "How are you feeling William?"

He shrugged, not wanting to lie and say that he didn't feel more tired than he ever had, and that he honestly was not breathing properly.

The ocean eyes fell on Will's right hands action for a brief moment before returning to his own chocolate irises. "I have your diagnosis here, I wanted to wait until you had woken up," he said slowly, walking once more until he stood in front of a light board; where he placed two pictures on.

William motioned for him to continue, he already knew what was going to come out of his mouth next.

Doctor Jones took a deep breath. "I don't really know how to put this," he muttered.

Will chuckled without humor. "Just say it, spare me the drastic medical terms though."

He was quite for a brief moment before sighing and flicking the switch. "This one," he began motioning tothe one on the left."Represents other Lung Cancer patients lungs a few days before they passed. And this one here," he pointed to the one on the right with another sigh. "Is your lungs. As you can see, the epidermoid carcinoma-I mean Cancer, has completely taken them over, leaving an almost non-existent air passage." Doctor Smyth turned back to the pair of them, an unidentifiable look on his features. "In conclusion, William, your not going to make it."

(A:N// I cannot stop crying as I post this, how is his happening? But don't worry, A good ending is coming, I promise. Tell me what you think? If I get 8 comments I'll post two chapters to tomorrow)