The Worst Of Luck

Chapter twenty four

15%? I had a 15% chance of keeping my baby. He was three years old, and I could potentially loose him. I felt tears stinging my eyes, threatening to spill. But I didn't want to scare Aidan. "Is there anything we can do? If he doesn't make it, how long do we have left?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I couldn't bare the thought of loosing Aidan. He was my baby, my life. His smile, his laugh, it's what gave me my happiness. During the worst time of my life, when I thought I would be sad forever, because of my rejection, Aidan had helped. With out even doing anything, Aidan had lightened my mood. He made my empty heart feel whole again. "We can try chemo. But this cancer, it's very difficult to treat. If chemo does not work, you'll have about 8 months left." The doctor said sadly, pity flooding his green eyes. A whimper escaped my lips, as I felt a pain spread through me. My heart was aching. I wanted to break down and cry, but I couldn't. Not in front of Aidan. It hurt so much to know that my baby might not make it. "If you want to do chemo, you have to know that it will be a lot of stress on the body. It'll be a very difficult battle for Aidan. He'll be tired most of the time, with nausea and vomiting. We'd need to admit him into the hospital first thing, to begin his treatments and proper care." I nodded, glancing over to my baby who was just peacefully watching his tv show, a frown decorating my face as I thought about the current scenario. "I need to go back to the pack house, inform Vincent, and gather some things for Aidan. I'll be back soon, in the mean time, take Aidan to a nice room, turn a show on, and try and keep him preoccupied." I said, the doctor nodded, before getting Aidan and taking him into a room designed for children patients. Now, that leaves me to tell Vincent...

I packed a suitcase full of Aidan's things, not that I couldn't go back to grab things I missed, but I just wanted everything there for him. I was trying to find Vincent, who was isn't in his office, nor his room. "Do you know where Vincent is?" I asked Riley. "Last time i checked he was in his office, why? Is something wrong?" Riley asked, confused. At this point, things were starting to hit me, and tears were threatening to escape, I just wanted to break down I felt myself breaking every second longer. "Aidan, he's sick." I said, my voice quivering. A few stray tears falling out. Riley eyes flooded with pity and sadness. "Is he going to be alright?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know. He has cancer Riley, cancer. With a 15% chance of surviving." I said, telling Riley, but it felt more as if I was finally admitting it to myself. I couldn't stop the tears this time, my will power cracked, and the tears came flooding out. "Olivia, I'm so sorry." He said genuinely, before taking me in for a hug. I hugged him back, needing it at the time.
"I should probably tell Vincent," I said, pulling away slowly, stray tears running down my cheeks. Riley only nodded, a sad look on his face. I walked over to Vincent's office, the smell of arousal and sweat filling my nostrils. A sick feeling washed over me as I thought of all the possible outcomes. I sighed before opening the door quickly, to see my mate with some blonde chick on top of him. The two of them making out. "You're supposed to knock," Vincent mumbled, buttoning his shirt up. I was already in enough pain with Aidan and this was the cherry on top of it all. I knew we were distant lately, but I didn't think he doing other chicks. My heart felt torn and I was so done. I was done with Vincent. "I just wanted to tell you that I took Aidan to the hospital for the flu you thought he had," I told him weakly. He only looked at me emotionlessly. "And did they tell you the same thing I did? That it's a stupid flu and you're overreacting?" He said, getting angry now. Why the hell was he mad? I just caught him cheating on me. "No actually, he has cancer. Brain cancer. But maybe you would've saw that something was wrong earlier If you weren't too busy cheating on your mate, neglecting your son and locking yourself in this stupid office." I spat, watching his face fall at the mention of cancer. "Cancer?" Was the only thing he could muster up. "Yes. Brain cancer. Our son is in the hospital right now, with a 15% chance of surviving and you're here screwing some random chick. But if you do decide you care about your son, and not this whore, then you can visit him in the hospital. And Vincent, we're done. It's over. For good. I'll see you later," I said on my way out, slamming the door as I left.
Tears threatened to spill, as my eyes stung and my heart clenched. I was loosing everything right before my eyes and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I just wanted to cry and punch something. But I had a son to take care of right now, and his well-being is more important then my own.

When I got back to the hospital Aidan had been hooked up to different machines, multiple tubes and needles poking out from him. But despite the fact that he was connected to all of these needles, he smiled happily as he watched tv. My heart clenched at the thought of loosing him. I lost Vincent today and I wasn't prepared to be alone.

"Aidan honey, how are you feeling?" I asked, a small smile on my face. "My head hurts, but my tummy is okay now." He chirped happily. I smiled at his braveness. "Daddy!" He squealed excitedly, grinning cheekily. I looked behind me to see Vincent standing in the door way, smiling at Aidan as he held some of his toys. I felt like I was going to break looking at him. Too many things were happening and I didn't know how to react.