She had been coughing all morning. just like she had been coughing the past week. I knew something was wrong when she started to cough blood. I sat alone in the plastic chair, waiting for news. My sorroundings smelled like disinfectants and bleach. They didn't allow me to go in there with her. I was fucking nervous as hell, and I couldn't do anything about it. Just wait.
After an hour of torture, the doctor finally came out. I quickly stood up, and approached him. He sighed and slowly motioned for me. He sighed and slowly motioned me to follow him into the examination room. Inside, I noticed how pale she was and my heart stopped.
"Hello Harry. We need to discuss a few things today, specifically about a condition, that we just noticed on Beatrice." He spoke slowly, as if trying to be cautious. I spoke in a shaking tone, "What's happening to her?" He looked at her, and she looked up at the celling. "Im very sorry to inform you that Beatrice is diagnosed with pneumoconiosis, meaning that she has lung cancer."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This can't be happening. I looked up at my sister, something is wrong. Why isn't she crying, or screaming, or even throwing s tantrum like she alway does? She keeps avoiding my gaze.
"How? What is the reason of the cancer?" I asked the doctor. He looked at me with sad eyes. "Cigarretes, Harry. Cigarettes are the reason Beatrice has lung cancer."
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