The Story Of Us

Test Results

Mike was devastated. He said him and Nel would get on the first plane they could.

I sat at Mitch's side, holding his hand as tightly as I could. He seemed to stir every so often, breathing deeper or moving his arms and legs. He would probably wake up soon.

A nurse came over to check his fluids. She gave me a sad smile and then watched as the doctor mouthed something to her from the desk by the corner. "We can wake him up now." She said.

I nodded but stayed where I was. I couldn't bare to let go of his hand. It was my life force. "Scott, we've got his test results. You just need to step out the way for minute so we can wake him up. You can go right back to his side then." The doctor had said as he walked over. He seemed much more sincere now. A lot less dismissive. Like he was actually human.

I starred up at him and pushed my chair back so it was not touching the bed anymore. I slowly let go of his hand, dropping it down onto the mattress. My hand became cold and felt like something was missing.

The nurse stepped forward, lifted the mask off of Mitch's face and shook Mitch's body slightly. I could have done that, I remember thinking. Why did they have to do it?

"Mitch, do you want to wake up for me?" She asked. He began to stir. "Mitch, if you can hear me you need to wake up." Mitch's eyes began to flutter open.

He breathed in deeply as he took in his surrounding. "W-where's Scott?" He asked. I stepped in front of the doctor, to where Mitch could see me.

"I'm here, Mitch." He tried to sit up in the bed but held his side in pain. I stepped forward so I was by his side. He breathed in deeply trying to get through the pain.

"Mitch, I'm Dr. Prendergast. How are you feeling?" The doctor asked sitting down in the chair on the other side of the bed. I sat down where I had been earlier. I took Mitch's hand in mine again.

"I'm sore. My chest hurts." Mitch whispered. His voice was dryer and more hoarse than earlier. He could barely get the words out.

"Mitch how long have you been suffering with this cough for?" Dr Prendergast asked. Mitch looked up at me. Completely confused.

"I think it's been about three and half weeks now." I answered for him. The doctor nodded and scribbled more on his clipboard.

"Have you been losing weight?" He asked. Mitch nodded. "What about your appetite? Have you lost it?" Mitch nodded again. "You say your chest is sore. Has it been like that for a while now?" Mitch nodded again.

The doctor looked Mitch dead in the eye and frowned. "Why did you not go to see a doctor?" He asked.

"I- I was scared. I don't like them." Mitch croaked out.

The doctor nodded again and stood. He walked to the end of Mitch's bed and took some sheets out of the holder at the foot of the bed. He held up the sheets and frowned again. "Test results." He whispered. His voice was barely audible.

He held up what looked like to be an X-ray. "These are your lungs Mitch. As you can see there is a dark shaded area just here." He pointed to the edge of the left lung. "That is a tumour." The doctor finished. His face dropped in expression.

I looked over at Mitch although I could barely see because of the tears in my eyes.

"Mitch, I am so sorry. You have stage four lung cancer." The doctor announced. I let the tears fall down my face.

"What does that mean?" I asked my bottom lip quivering.

"It means that Mitch has a tumour in his lung that has also spread to another part of the body. In this case it's his bones. Stage four lung cancer can not be cured. It can be treated by chemotherapy though. I'm so sorry. I'll leave you both to talk." The Doctor stood up and walked back towards his desk.

Mitch turned his head to look at me. I lifted his hand up to my face and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.

That's when he began to cry. I watched as one tear slipped down his face, then another, then another. I pulled him into my embrace and we both wailed. The pain in my heart right now was unbearable. I held his head in my hands as I let the pain wash over me. I couldn't even begin to imagine how Mitch was feeling right now.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered into his hair. His body began to shake as he cried more. His hands grabbing at my shirt for support.

"Life isn't fair." He whispered, I nodded and kissed his head. I leaned back out of his hug and held his shoulders.

"I love you." He whispered. I gently leaned in and kissed him, passionately. Making sure that he felt my emotions roll through his body too. I could taste the salty tears that had been running down both our faces but couldn't figure out whether they were mine or his.

"I love you too." I whispered breaking away. I wiped away his tears from his face.

I heard someone subtly cough behind me and turned to see the doctor had come back. Behind him stood Mike and Nel. They both had tears in their eyes.

They walked forward and hugged their boy. "What happened to you?" Mike asked.

Dr Prendrgast stood forward and gave Mitch a questioning look. He nodded sadly and the doctor told them the news. Both Mike and Nel burst into tears. I could almost hear their hearts shatter.

I left them to their own. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout. I needed some air. Why would this happen to him? He is the best person ever! This was probably my fault. If I had taken him to the doctors earlier than we would have caught it earlier. This is my fault. He's dying and it's all my fault.

I broke out into a run along the corridors, trying to find a way out. So I could breath. So I could scream. I ran up some stairs that were sign posted roof. I broke through the door and ran out onto the roof platform.

I screamed as loud as I could, dropping to my knees. My ears pounded and my nose was running like a tap. "Why?!?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My voice trailed off and I began to cry.

I had never felt this much pain in all my life!

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