The Girl With The Dying Heart•Laurmani[COMPLETED]

Three

Lauren

I sat in the doctors office, my feet swinging over the edge of the cold leather bench as I waited for my doctor to come back. Today was the first Monday of July and like every Monday in June, I had a checkup for my lung cancer. I knew it wasn't getting any better and I knew I only had this month left to live but the doctors were convinced I could make it longer. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe but I knew. There was no way I was making it into August.

"Well, good news Lauren. The cancer hasn't spread anymore," the female doctor spoke as she came into the room, holding a hopeful smile as I rolled my eyes.

"Doesn't mean it's not gonna kill me," I replied, watching as her smile melted into a frown.

"You know I won't lie to you. You already know what's going to happen but please try to look at this with clearer eyes Lauren. Now is the time to do all the things you've wanted to do. It's time to live your life to the fullest. Okay?" She spoke, trying to make things better than they actually were.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"You know there's another treatment option, it's not too late to-"

"No, I don't want to do that."

"Lauren, we talked about this. It could possibly give you another three years."

"And for what? Taking the risk of it killing me during the procedure?"

"You know those chances are one in thirty."

"I'm not doing it." She sighed and shook her head. "It's expensive and I would have to fly to Mexico City. Plus, I'm sure my parents don't wanna be stuck taking care of me for three more years. They're already trying to get me to move out."

"Lauren, I'm sure that's not true. Your parents love you a lot." I was silent as she sat down and typed on the keyboard on the desk. Doctor Yasmine was sweet and was always hopeful which had kept my mood high the first time I came to the doctor for my first checkup when o was twelve. After a few years, I knew that there was no chance and I had to stop feeding myself the lies that were being whispered in my ears.

When I was thirteen, I went under a procedure which failed and left me in a medical induced coma for a few weeks. After that, I knew that there was nothing that could stop the cancer. I was terminally ill and no matter what new medicines and therapies they came up with, none of them worked.

"You're next appointment will be next Monday like usual. I'll see you then, okay?" She smiled at me and I nodded, standing up and opening the door.

"Bye Doctor Yasmine," I spoke and she waved goodbye as I shut the door and walked down the hallway I had became accustomed to hating. Now, it was time to go see Normani.

I found myself rushing to get outside and get on my bike because I was honestly excited to see Normani again. She was cute, nice, and probably the sweetest person to just hang out with for hours. I unlocked the bike lock and put it around one of the metal pieces before I got on and rode down the street, my hair flowing behind me as I went down a hill.

Once I reached the beach, I put my bike down next to a bench and jogged to the surf shack. I looked down at my watch, realizing I was here later today than usual. I didn't think the appointment took that long but I guessed it did.