Art of Dying

18 - sad ending

"Are you excited?" I ask.

"What are you kidding? We're finding out the sex of our baby! I am beyond excited!" He says, squeezing my hand as i lay on the doctor's table.

"So, i'm going to put a bit of this cold gel into your stomach, don't worry." The doctor says as she puts on her gloves.

She squirts some of the gel onto my stomach and then grabs the the little thingy so that we can see the baby.

"So we can already see everything perfecty! That's its little head, its neck, oh and a little hand."

"That's our baby." George says fascinated.

"That's its foot and its leg and-"

"His penis!" George says excitedly.

"Yes. You are having a boy." The doctor laughs.

"Oh my god we are having a boy! Baby i am so happy!" George says excitedly as peppers my face with kisses.

"We...are..." George pants.

His chest is heaving and his eyes roll back into his head.

Before we know it, George collapses onto the ground. Luckily, there's already a doctor around and makes sure he gets the help he needs.

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GEORGE'S POV

"George? Oh my god George!" My wife cries as i open my eyes.

"What- what's all this? What am i doing here?" I ask as i look around me and see that i'm hooked up to all kinds of machines.

"Geo..." Maddie cries.

A doctor enters the room, a different one than before.

"Mr. Harrison...you..." He looks at my wife, then at her bump and then at me.
"You have stage four lungcancer."

My heart drops. "What? But....i-" i can't even form a sentence.

Just when i think i have everything, everything gets taken away from me. What did i do to deserve this?

"Is he awake?" Ringo asks.

Ringo? How long have i been out for.

It isn't until my wife stands up and i see how big her bump has gotten that i realize how much time has passed.

"George...i am so sorry." He says with teary eyes.

I still don't understand what's going on and look back over at my wife. She's crying.

"So...it's just a little cancer. I can get better. Right?" I laugh nervously.

The doctor sits down next to me.

"George. We can't do anything to help you." He says sorrowfully.

Oh no. This is it. I won't even get to see my baby be born, or see him grow up. No please. I don't want to die.

"You have 3, maybe 4 weeks left to live."

MADDIE'S POV

Here i lay, on the operating table, about to give birth to our baby boy.

I hear the faintest whisper of a "you can do it Maddie." But i might just be imagining things.

As i'm about to start pushing, memories start flooding my brain.

From the time i first met George in Hamburg when i was just 16, to the first time having sex with him. When we took the ferry to England. How he and his-our family took me in without a single doubt.