The first thing I saw this morning was a doctor. Now, when you see that, you know something is wrong. Especially when it's first thing in the morning.
"Good morning miss Wells,"
I sighed.
"Please, call me Belle. You've known me long enough, right?" He nodded, flipping over his clipboard.
"I'm afraid I'm the bringer of bad news," he said in a slurred tone. I looked around to see I was alone in the ward.
"I gathered,"
"The test we did a few weeks ago showed that the cancerous cells are slowly taking their way up to the top of your lung, they're completely taking over. We, as the ones who have been supervising your development, take full responsibility for not recognising the signs."
"How comes it hasn't effected me like it did the first time?"
He sighed again and took a seat on the corner of the bed.
"It effects everyone differently, my dear. Because we noticed it so late, we're almost positive it is terminal. I'm so sorry Belle."
"How long do I have?"
"4 months maximum,"
"Thank you,"
"For what?"
"Letting me get this far, it could've easily had me the first time. But it didn't. I'm so grateful."
"It was my pleasure, I have to go. Enjoy what you have Belle, while you can "
"I fully intend to."
