Malcolm sat still by his wife's bedside. Her sister, friends and coach were outside, nervously awaiting news. He prayed she'd wake up. He couldn't lose her.
Marceline Anne felt like a truck hit her as she came to consciousness. Her eyes peeled open and she took a deep breath as she moved her head.
Malcolm stood up quickly and leaned over the hospital bed. "Dove?"
She made a small sound of confusion. "Mal?"
"I'm here, baby." He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.
"What's going on?"
"You're in the hospital."
Her eyes widened and it all came back to her.
"You fainted at cheer practice. The nurse didn't like your vitals so an ambulance came for you. Do you remember anything?"
She shook her head slowly; not responding to him but shaking the memory from her head.
"It's okay. It'll be okay." He pressed the button for the nurse.
A nurse came in. "She's awake?"
Malcolm nodded. "Can we get the doctor?"
"Yes, sir." He left.
"You'll be fine. I promise."
M-
The doctor attached X-rays to the board. "These are the children. They've been hiding the growth but they've moved and you can see it here."
"Growth?" Malcolm didn't like the sound of that word.
The specialist looked back at him sadly. "It's a tumor. It's cancerous. It's growing at an alarming rate."
Malcolm felt fear like he'd never known before. "What?"
"We have to operate immediately."
"What about the babies?" Marceline Anne spoke for the first time since greeting the doctor.
He cleared his throat, not liking any of this. "You can terminate-"
"No." She didn't want to hear that.
"Dr. Chang, there is another option but there is no guarantee they'll survive."
"What is it?"
"For you to have a cesarian now."
"What are their chances with that?"
He bowed his head. "Your best option of surviving is to terminate and have your surgery."
"No." She refused to hear that.
Malcolm was blown away. Either he lost his kids or his wife. "Baby,-"
"No!" She glared at him.
He licked his lips. "Doctor, can we have a moment alone?"
"Sure thing." The doctor turned off the machine and left.
"Baby,-"
"No!" Marceline Anne didn't want to hear it. "You're not killing my babies!"
"We can try the cesarian."
"You know full well why he didn't want that option. It wouldn't work. The best option is to keep them in for as long as possible."
"But you could die." He didn't want to be as blunt as it'd come out but he had to make her see.
"I was always going to die. It was just a matter of when."
He didn't understand this at all. "What-? You- Are you not thinking clearly?!"
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Romantizm"I can feel you; just like a drug..." Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones is what one would call a bad girl. She does what she wants when she wants because she wants. Malcolm Chang is what one would call a good boy. He follows the rules and does what's requ...
