Falling for You

Chapter 2

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Chapter Two:

The doctor had a sympathetic face as I with Jules and Layl tagging along right behind me, got inside his office. I knew right then and there, bad news was awaiting by the corner.

The doctor offered us all to take a seat. I settled mysef betwen Lyla and Jules,coming face to face to the doctor. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst.

“So tell me what the bad news is, doctor.” I asked with my eyes closed. After a period of silence, I opened one of my eyes to peek, to see Dr. Grey looking directly at me.

“Emma.” Dr. Grey told me sternly.

“Yeah?” I squeaked. One of my eyes still open.

“Open your eyes, please.” Dr. Grey said. I sighed in defeat, knowing he wouldn’t tell me anything if I didn’t do as I was told to. I looked directly in to his chocolate brown eyes, waiting for him to speak.

“Well...?” I asked a little too impatient. I felt Jules hand tightly slipping into my trembling hands. I looked at him and sighed.

“Emma, you have to understand that I did whatever I could, alright? But the cancer has become worse now. Drugs and medicines won’t help you anymore. You have to either take chemotherapy or go for surgery. You see-” he says pointing at the scans of my brain behind him.

He continued, “- the tumour isn’t getting affected by this. All that is happening is it becoming larger and if you don’t take treatment soon enough, it might spread to other parts of your body. Do you understand me Emma?” I look at my scans, ignoring him. I look at him.

“I don’t understand. Why did the tumour become larger? Shouldn’t the medications have made it smaller or something?”

“Emma, not all medications affect every person in the same way. In your case, it is negligence. We hadn’t discovered about it until a little later. However, if you had taken surgery that time itself- this wouldn’t have been happening.”

“Oh? So now it’s my fault?”

“Emma, I am not saying it is your fault. It is mine too. I thought it would have affected the tumour in some way, but it didn’t. Now, Emma I am telling you. Either you get in to chemotherapy or radiation therapy or get in for surgery.”

“What if I don’t? Then?”

“Your condition will get worse.”

“And?”

“And then what Emma? You die.”

“How long till I die?”

“W-what? Emma, you are certainly not thinking of not taking the treatments are you?”

“How long till I die Dr. Grey?” I repeat myself, forcing him no way out but left to answer my question that obviously took him by great surrpise.

“Emma.”

“How long?” I persist. He sighs while putting his glasses down.

“5 months maximum.”

“And minimum?”

“At the least 2 months.”

“Okay.” As I said that, I went in to deep thought. I started thinking of how would this affect me. How would this affect others? The pros and the cons.

Someone actually shaking me brought me back to the present and out of my thoughts. I looked around a little fazed. I looked at Dr. Grey again. He was saying something but I couldn’t get anything, They were nothing but sounds that were a distant noise, blocked out of ears. All I heard was the sound of my name. I started feeling light headed again and everything started kind of spinning around. I felt myself start to sweat again and  a painful throbbing formed in my head. And then... I blacked out.

When I woke up, I met the white, plain and boring ceiling of the hospital room. I sighed. I had one of those episodes again.

I could hear the heart rate monitor beeping beside me and I could hear some shuffles and hushed whispers outside the room too. I pried my ears to try to listen but I couldn’t get anything. I looked down to find myself wrapped in a hospital gown. Puzzled, I wondered how long I have been here.

I rang the buzzer to call the nurse as I took notice that I  also had an IV stuck to my hand. Urgh. Look at that nasty thing poking through my skin. I hate this.

Soon enough a nurse had come in with Dr. Grey trailing behind her.

“Emma, how are you feeling?”

“Good, I guess.”

“Hmm...” the doctor said while writing something on his board.

“How long have I been passed out?”

“About 2 days ma’m.”

“Whoa. Really? Okay, well that sucks.” The nurse laughed lightly.

“That sure does.”

“Okay, Emma. So, you are good to go. However, you will have to come back tomorrow so that we can talk about your therapy sessions and also just another check up. By the way, you are not being forced in to therapy. You have a day to choose. But personally, Emma, you are like my daughter and I have known you since you were little. And, I know that you hate that you are going through so much and not getting any results, but Emma, just give the whole therapy or surgery a second thought because it might help you, or even cure you!”

“Trying to bribe me, huh, doc?” I asked teasingly.

“Emma, I am serious.”  I sighed.

“Yeah, okay. I will think about it.”

“Good to know, Emma. I hope you makethe right decision.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

I change in to the clothes I had worn 2 days ago, but apparently, it had been washed, so that’s a good thing.