We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

A Life And Death Decision

"Good afternoon!" Dr. Ross greets me, as he enters the room.
"Same to you." I say, smiling. He's holding a white folder in his hand.
"Your lab reports are here." Ross holds up the folder and purses his lips. "Because of your child, Mus, you're going to die even sooner." I sigh, and look away from him. We've been having the same conversation for a whole week; over the phone and now here.
"I'm not aborting him."
"You're being stubborn. Do you think this is what Harry would want?" Dr. Ross takes a seat beside my bed, on a stool.
"It's not his decision to make."
"He's the child's father." I shake my head.
"It doesn't matter. Our child is in my stomach and I get to decide what I'm doing with him."
"We might as well stop treating you then, because you're dying either way and so is he." Dr. Ross says, looking at my stomach. We both - Dr. Ross and I - have formed a friendship over time. We've lost the formality that a patient and doctor usually have.
"I don't want to give up. I just want you to prolong my life, because I know that I'm going to die in the end." I say, hoping that he can do something. "I just want to give birth to our baby. Please." Ross's eyes are full of pain and despair.
"I'm sorry...there's nothing that I can do. Mus, you have very little time left. Your condition is deteriorating rapidly," Dr. Ross says. "In my opinion, stop torturing yourself...and Harry and let go." A tear rolls down my cheek. I'm in such a funny situation; I seem to control my death, yet I have no control over my life. I can literally decide when I want to die. I know that it's in everyone's best interests if I die now, but I can't bring myself to do it. I'm too cowardly to make this decision.
"M-" Dr. Ross stops himself, as he and I hear the door open. Harry walks in with a brown bag tucked underneath his arm.
"Mus, I got coffee and muffins." Harry says, placing the bag on the table. He hasn't noticed that we have company yet. Harry turns around and his eyes land on Dr. Ross.
"Is there a problem?" Harry asks him curtly. Ross shakes his head and smiles at Harry.
"Not at all. I was just checking up on Mus." Dr. Ross says, handing me the file and heading toward the door. "Call me if you need anything." Ross shuts the door behind him, giving Harry and I the privacy that we crave for nowadays. We don't have a lot of time together and we try to spend as much time as we can; together and alone.
"Asshole," Harry murmurs. However, I hear him.
"Why have you become so cold toward him?" I ask Harry, tearing the skin around my nails. I always do this when I'm nervous.
"Do you want a blueberry or chocolate muffin?" Harry says, avoiding my question.
"Chocolate. You didn't answer my question," I say.
"I don't like doctors in general and you know that." Harry says, handing me a saucer with a muffin on it. He places a disposable coffee cup beside me, on the bedside table. Harry takes a seat on the couch and takes a bite of his muffin.
"These muffins are really good. I should visit this bakery more often." Harry says, licking his lips to remove muffin crumbs from around them. As I take a bite of my own muffin, I absolutely agree with Harry. These muffins are amazing. I take a sip of my coffee, my eyes glued to Harry. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are red. I know that Harry didn't sleep last night because I kept vomiting and he was far too worried to fall asleep. Harry has lost so much weight. He's become skinnier than before, if that is even possible. His eyes are always lined with dark circles and I hate seeing him in this state. Harry's always so tired and worried, yet he won't complain or admit that he needs a break. I'm very lucky to have him in my life. However, now I'm torturing the ones I love. What I'm doing to him and the others is wrong. I'm stealing their peaceful hours of sleep and peace. They're always worried about me and this is not right. Harry and the boys deserve better. Heck, even Darcy and Zahra are constantly worried about me. Dr. Ross is right, I need to let go. If I keep these treatments going, nothings going to happen. No benefit is going to come out of it. I'm just going to torture Harry and the others even more so than usual. I think I should speak with Ross and tell him it's time.
"Mus?" Harry calls, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I say, looking up at him. He looks at me with furrowed brows.
"I said that I'm going to go home and change. I'll be back in an hour," Harry says. I nod my head. He gets up and comes toward my bed. Leaning down, Harry kisses my forehead and then moves back.
"I love you. I'll be back soon, take care." Harry says, placing his hand on my right cheek. I lean my head onto his hand. Harry's hands are always so warm and soft. They make me feel peaceful and lighten my mood, even in the worst of times.
"I love you too. Take care," I say. Smiling, Harry heads toward the door and turns once more to give me another sweet and heart warming smile; before he exits. I grab the blue colored remote. My index finger hovers over the only button that's present on the remote. If I click this remote, Ross and a nurse will come rushing in and I can tell them about my decision. However, if I don't, I can live for a few more weeks - months - if I'm lucky. Sighing, I take a decision.

A/N: Hi again! I hope you're all still enjoying this book. Because I love writing it, and receiving all of your comments and votes. Thanks a bunch for all of that. Oh, and I was thinking today while writing; what can be Harry's and Mus' ship name? I can't think of one, so could you guys please suggest a few? Thanks again, take care all of you.