Annabelle Luther.

Nineteen: Tumors. (Edited)

Tumors.

After being on the private jet for almost an hour, we had landed and met with the car that Lorelei had set up for us to take. Evita and I sat in the back of the escalade in silence. It didn't take me long into the flight to realize that if this tumor in Athena could be malignant, my mother wouldn't be able to survive the realization of possibly losing Athena. Licking my lips, I looked out the car window, taking in the lack of traffic. How late had it been when they called? 

"Anna, everything will be okay," Evita spoke, filling the silence. Looking at her, I could see that she had been worried, just as I had been, possibly more. She seemed far too calm for this sort of news, but it wasn't her sister. She did not need to be as worried as I was. Adjusting my glasses, I went to open my mouth, but nothing had come out. Evita gave me a gentle smile and placed her hand on top of my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze of comfort. 

"Everything had finally settled down, and now this. No matter what I do, I just get pulled back in," I vented, feeling Evita squeeze my knee once again. It felt as though no matter how free of them I was, It was just an illusion. A big, fat, fucking, illusion. The frustration in me grew as I returned my attention to the window to find that we had stopped. Looking around, we had been outside of The Luther Hospital, which caused me to roll my eyes. Of course, they would come to this hospital. Why not go to the hospital that you owned? 

"Your family owns a hospital?" 

"There's more than one hospital," I spoke, getting out of the car, not waiting for the driver to open the door. Rushing around to the other side of the car, I opened Evita's door and helped her out. She had almost lost her balance, but I caught her with ease. Closing the door to the car, I told the driver to wait for us, and he drove off. I rolled my eyes from this and grabbed Evita's hand, getting ready to walk inside, only for a group of doctors to rush out and meet us. I gave Evita's hand a tight squeeze from this. I hated these fucking doctors. 

"Mrs. Luther. Athena is on the seventh floor VIP wing. Princess ordered us to inform you of the results first before telling your mother," Why would Princess have them tell me first? It could have been hours before I got here. They could have come up with some plan while I was on the way over here. 

Walking into the hospital with the doctors in tow, I made my way towards the elevator, well aware of the large group of doctors who had been watching us. There were times where I wouldn't say I liked this hospital and its methods of teaching. But, licking my lips, I stopped walking and turned to look at the group of doctors that had been following us. The anger in me growing as they each stared at me. 

"Instead of following me, go work on other patience!" I shouted, surprising Evita and the other doctors, "I only want two doctors with me, and of those two, you better be the best fucking surgeons to deal with my sister's situation!" The group of doctors nodded their heads before dispersing, leaving two male doctors standing there. They both swallowed before stepping towards me, but I held my hand up. 

"Tell me what you've found," 

"She has a malignant tumor in her frontal lobe, Mrs. Luther. With surgery, we can go in and take it out since it was caught early. We have an O.R prepped and ready to go on your word," 

"Do it, now!" I ordered, turning around and walking into the waiting elevator. Pressing the button for the seventh floor, I watched as the doors closed, causing me to lose contact with the two doctors and the group of other doctors who had been talking to them. A heavy sigh escaped my lips from this as I turned and pulled Evita into a hug. Her arms wrapped tightly around me with ease, holding me close to her. 

"Why did they need your approval to operate on her?" 

"Because I'm their boss now," My words had been bitter as I pulled away from the hug. That sure as hell was a great way of meeting your new boss. Running my hand through my hair, I gave out a groan of frustration before a laugh escaped my lips. This entire situation was stupid. Why did I have to be here? Why wouldn't Princess give the order? In a fit of rage, I kicked the elevator wall and gave out a scream. I could hear Evita shift away from me. This had been the first time she's seen me lose my temper like this. She was probably scared of what she's just seen.