This One's a Fighter

Prologue

Taylor

Waffles.

I've been waiting in this small, pale blue doctor's room for thirty-five minutes and all I can think about are waffles. Seriously, I've been waiting in here for so long; they better get me waffles after this.

I sighed quietly and went to unlock my phone, only to be reminded again that it's dead. Ugh that's like the tenth time I've done that.

Instead I placed my phone down and leaned my elbows on the table in front of me, leaning my face against my hands. After a few seconds, though, I had to stop, it hurt too much.

Looking over my left shoulder, I saw my dad on his phone, talking to someone. Probably one of his clients, he sells houses or some shit. While he was talking, I just sat there, worrying.

Why is it taking so long? I wanted to punch someone.

Another ten minutes passed by. Finally there was a quick knock on the door and then it opened. In walked the main doctor, Dr. Heinz, and two extra people, they looked like nurses. I picked my head up- it had been resting on the table- and looked up at them. They gave me a small pity smile and Dr. Heinz sat down while the other two stood.

"So what's going on?" My dad came over and sat down next to me, placing his hand on mine. I was getting nervous and started rubbing my pinky on my left hand with my right, a habit I could never get rid of.

Dr. Heinz opened up his vanilla folder and placed a white piece of paper on the table in between me and my dad. "I'm so sorry."

I didn't even look at my father or the paper. I knew what was happening, and it ruined everything.