5 Year old Dan's POV - Thoughts in italics
"What's wrong daddy?" I silently whisper close to his ear. "......I'm just a bit sick son, that's all. Not to worry." He smiled a fake smile. I think about his words for a second. I have been a bit sick before and I have never been in hospital. Actually, everyone I have asked about daddy has said that. Mummy, grandma and grandpa, that nice nurse who gave me a cookie from the café. I shrug my shoulders "Ok. Um daddy, when you get out of here and come back home, can you take me to the park? I asked mummy but she said she was busy with adult stuff." His smile droops quickly "Um sure. Could you just go sit over there."
I look over to see the uncomfortable wooden chair at the end of his bed. I trot over slowly, plopping down onto the chair. Glancing over at the door I can see mummy talking to one of the doctors....Crying. I thought daddy was only meant to be a little sick?
Dan's Mum's POV
"I'm sorry Miss" My eyes, puffy and red, tears streaming down my face. My husband has cancer? "N-no. It can't be. There must be a mistake!" I shout. "A-and there is....." I watched closely as his face formed a guilty expression "...There is a 50% chance that your son will get it. I am so sorry" I stand there, more like a ghost rather than a person. "M-my baby boy. What would I do without-" I pause what I am saying as I hear the door creak open behind me. I turn around cautiously to see Dan with tears in his eyes. "M-mummy. What's wrong with me?"
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A 50% Chance
FanfictionWhy? It's a question we all ask our selves time after time, day after day. Why did it have to rain today? Why did the bus have to be late again? Why was it me? Why did my perfect life have to be suddenly stopped, only to change direction. And maybe...
