Fighter

Chapter 13

I was feeling more motivated than I have any day I've written so far, so here's another chapter for my beautiful readers ❤️❤️ thanks so much for the support yall on my first CPD story

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Erin awoke to find the chair empty, and the containers she had left, were gone as well. She sat up, and wrapped the throw around her, before getting up and wandering to find out where Voight had gone. It didn't take her long to find him seated in his office. She stood silently in the doorway watching him sort through the box, and the lone tear that dropped, she knew how hard this might have been hitting him. "I'm gonna be okay." She said quietly, almost trying to convince even herself.
The truth was, they didn't know how far the cancer had progressed, and the statistics had told her that Ovarian Cancer was pretty hard to come into remission from, if late stage diagnosed. Yet, she swore she wasn't going to give up.
He looked over at the doorway toward her, as she came closer. She stood next to him, looking down at the old photos. "I miss her, too. Everyday. But you know I'm going to be okay, right?" She pointed at the pictures of them. Her eyes landing one of herself and Camille in the beautiful dress she had been gifted that first year she lived with them. She brushed the tear away from his cheek with the woolen blanket. "Of course. I miss her, just the same...I just can't lose you too. Not after her, and Justin." "I'm going to fight it. I won't be going anywhere, anytime soon." She said with a smile, leaning down to give him a hug, and he wrapped an arm around her. "I know." The pair stayed wrapped in their hug for a minute, as it had been a while since they had shared a sort of father-daughter moment.

A little while after, she was back in her room getting ready for bed, much earlier than she ever had. With her appointment at Med in the morning, she wanted to sleep as much as she could. She had left Voight in his office, and she could hear him locking up, before his footfalls were on the stairs and suddenly he was in front of her doorway. "What time do you need a ride?" She put down her hairbrush, and scrolled through her calendar on her phone.
"They have me in for nine. You really don't have to drive me." "Nonsense. I'll see you in the morning." He said, closing her door behind him. She turned over in the bed and sent sent off a text to Olivia, hoping that her flight had gone alright, before flicking off the lamp.