The Link To Light, (Published).

part 3.

Woodway Texas, United State of America.

"You're welcome Mr Harper, please take your seat. Dr Harry narrowed his eyes, gesturing to one of the seats adjacent to him.

Bradley nervously took his seat as instructed with the doctor's table situated between them. Seeing that Bradley had done as he asked, he carefully tossed his pen on the book he was writing on, closed it and looked up to Bradley, examining him carefully.

"So, how are you today, Mr. Harper?" the doctor asked as he steepled his fingers on his desk.

"The same as the last time you asked, or even worse." Bradley gazed sideways.

The doctor stood and walked carefully till he was directly in front of Bradley with nothing between them this time. He carried out his checkup on Bradley and shook his head when he was done.

"Are you sure you don't want your family to know about this?" The doctor looked at Bradley questioningly.

Bradley shook his head forlornly. "Cancer is not good news to share around. Even the media seldom carries out good news to the masses. And what good has it done to the masses? They only break other people's hearts for their own cynicism!"

Bradley gazed disdainfully. "Fools! They are all a bunch of fools, and I will not be like 'em.

Dr Harry perceived that Bradley was venting the anger of his sickness on the media so he quickly changed the topic. "Have you been following your prescriptions?"

"I'm trying."

"Okay, that's alright. I hope you remember our next schedule."

"I will always remember, as long as this d*mn cancer lives with me."

"Hmm!" The doctor exclaimed, giving Bradley a look of concern. He wanted to hold Bradley as a son and give him some words of comfort. He wanted to look straight into his eyes and tell him all was going to be well.

Dr Harry knew his face expressed nothing but hopelessness, and Bradley had seen it too. He knew he had not been professional, but how could he when each time his gaze settled on Bradley, he would remember his brother who also died of the same illness. He swiftly turned his head away from Bradley to wipe away the lone tear that dropped from his hazel eyes.

He whirled around to see Bradley gazing at him in confusion. "See you in a fortnight, Mr. Harper," Dr Harry said with the voice of dismissal.

Bradley knew his time with the doctor was up. He decided to step out so the doctor could attend to other patients. "Thank you, Doctor, for having me."

"My pleasure," Dr Harry said and they both shook hands.

Bradley walked to the door, held the doorknob, and was about to yank it open. He paused when he heard the doctor calling out to him.

"Yes, Doctor." He tilted his head slightly to gaze at the doctor from his side eye with one of his hands still on the doorknob.

"Please, I would like you to go over your decision again. You can still change your mind if you want."

The doctor spoke calmly, but Bradley could still sense the worry from the way he spoke.

"Thank you, Doctor." Bradley walked out of his office, uncertain if he would heed the doctor's advice. He walked briskly across the hallway. When he got to the receptionist, he flashed her a smile and continued walking till he was out of the hospital door.

How did this start? and when will it end? Nausea swept over Bradley, his vision blurred slightly. He staggered.

Bradley pondered on what it would be like when he died, leaving his only brother and parents behind. The imagination sent a cold chill down his spine. He stared, watching as the hospital's door opened and closed in sequence. Patients were either coming in or going out of the hospital.