May
•Chapter 2 - Bright Rooms & Bad News•
The silence that filled the office got thicker and thicker. The gawking stares and the gaping mouths itched at my back. I took a step away from my fuming boss. I'm pretty sure his eyes are about to pop out of their socket. The look of anger on his face made me want to cringe.
"You're really planning of throwing all your years of work away?" Mr. Clark growled.
"Yes." I growled back.
"You know," he stepped closer to me and I stepped back, causing me to back up against my desk. "I can make sure you don't get hired by any other magazine company forever." I let out a loud chuckle and shook my head. He narrowed his eyes at me and continued. "Why are you laughing?"
"That forever you are taking about, there may not be that much left for me!" I cried out. Pushing him away from me, I grabbed my purse and ran out of the office.
By the time that I got out of the the building, my phone went off. I pulled out my phone and answered it.
"Hello, is this May L'amour?" a female voice rang through.
"Yes, this is she." I replied and walked over to the nearest bench.
"This is Julia from NYC Hospital, Mr. Stuart has informed us that there was a tumor found in your left lung and that you need to come in and get it checked out."
I let out a sigh. "Oh, right. Yeah. I need to make an appointment."
"We have room to squeeze you in an hour from now. Can you make it? I know its short notice." she replied.
"I'll be there."
"Great. Go to the Cancer Ward and ask for Dr. Miller."
"Okay." I hang up and, ten minuets later, caught a cab. I watch the clouds and buildings pass by in blurs. I remember when my mom and I used to watch them when my father would drive us around.
Mom, what will she do without me if I die? I miss her. I haven't seen her in two years. Maybe I should move back for her. If it is cancer, I'll move back.
The thirty minute ride felt like a hour due to the anxiety building up inside of me. I got out of the cab and took in the huge building with several windows. I walked slowly through the hospital corridors until I reached the large entryway that read Cancer Ward.
I entered and everyone's heads snapped over towards me and gawked at me. I swiftly moved over to the desk. The lady looked up through her glasses and smiled.
"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked sweetly.
"I'm here for Dr. Miller. I'm ten minuets early." I say softly.
"Name?" She pulled up a page on her computer.
"May L'amour." I reply shyly.
"That's a beautiful name." she smiles up at me. "Birthday, please?"
"May 22nd, 1988." I tap my fingers on the desk.
"Have a seat, the doctor will be right with you." She turned her attention back to the computer.
I took my seat next to the window and waited anxiously for the doctor. I looked around the room and counted the people. Twelve people. There was twelve people here who have or possibly have cancer. Plus me apparently.
"May L'amour?" a loud male voice boomed across the room. I looked up to see a lean man with graying hair. I stood up and walked over. "Hello, I'm Dr. Miller. You're here for a bronchoscopy , am I correct?"
"I.. don't know. I guess." I whispered.
"Okay, we will do a bronchoscopy. Are you alright with that?" I nodded slowly and followed him down the halls into a bright room. They made me lay on the hospital cot and they put an IV in my arm causing me to pass out.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to a bright light in a plain white room. I looked around and saw the doctor standing by the the door with a metal folder in his hands.
"How are you feeling?" Dr. Miller asked.
"A little groggy." I groaned.
"That will wear off." he walked over to the bed. "Do you have a guardian to be here to receive the test results?"
I cocked my head to the side. "At my age, why do I need a guardian?" He just stared at me. "I am my own guardian." I patted my chest swiftly.
"Okay," he blew out a long breath. "I'm very sorry to be the one to tell you this, it is cancer."
I looked away and felt my eyes fill with tears. "How long?" I whispered.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"How long do I have?" I took in a deep breath.
"I can't tell you."
"Tell me." I whispered.
"By the way it grew and how fast it seems to be spreading, according to the text book, about six months." he said gently. I felt the tears fall down my cheeks and fall on the sheets. "I advise you come in tomorrow to receive your first cemo treatment."
"I can't." I closed my eyes. "I wont be here."
"Excuse me?" he asked again.
"I'm going to go back and live with my mom in my home town." he cocked his head. "I'm going back to Paris."
Authors Note:
To the side is a picture of May L'amour.
If you are on through a phone/ipod, May is portrayed by Shay Mitchell.
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