The Dwelling

Before the Dwelling; Blaire

I was waiting in the doctors office, I could feel my skin crawling up my back, the clock ticking second by second. I tried to pull of a look of confidence, but I couldn't even convince myself that I would be fine. Who would really be fine in a situation like mine?

I could hear the doctors footsteps outside of the door. But instead of coming in, they just walked right by.

I waited another half an hour, and finally I heard the creaking of the door nob turn. I immediately shot up in the chair, sitting up straight, looking anxiously at the door.

"Mr. Hoffman? " The doctor said, while fixing her glasses to her nose.

"Yes, that's me, ma'am." I almost yelled, "How is she?"

"That's what I came in here to tell you. We have found and diagnosed level four brain cancer."

"Oh my god-" I barley finished the sentence, when she cut me off.

"The thing is, Mr. Hoffman, its not the brain cancer that i'm fully worried about. Sure its drastic, but its about how many people we have diagnosed the same diagnosis to." I could hear the heaviness in her breath. That just made me worried even more. How many have they diagnosed that exact diagnosis to? Its only 2:54 in the afternoon.

I started tapping my foot. "H-how many exactly have you diagnosed this today?"

"I'm afraid to say 13 people." That's when it all went dark. I could feel myself slipping away when I heard my moms diagnosis. But thirteen people in one day at this hospital? Its uncanny. My body nor my soul could take this. So in reaction, I fainted.

"Sir?" I heard someone say, "Sir? Can you hear me?". I started to open up my eyes, after hearing a woman call for me, when I fully woke up I noticed I was lying down in a different room. I expected to see the same doctor as before, but instead it was someone much younger. "Thank you for paging me Doctor Glass. This could've been more serious if you didn't."

"Well of course. I can't imagine the amount of stress Mr. Hoffman has gone through, and now hearing about his mom." Right. My mom. I, for a split second, almost forgot about it. My mom, the medical bills, my college. How could I afford any of that, plus support her in this time of need?

"Alright, well thank you for the help, Alice. I can take it from here now."

"Of course." I heard the mystery doctor say.

And that was the last time I saw her. Walking away, probably to take care of her own patients.