A/N: One-shot, Leah-centric, AH.
Summary: Leah Clearwater is a twenty-one year old cancer patient. Embry Call is her twenty-two year old fiancé. When Leah's cancer reemerges after seven years, how does Embry help her through it?
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"I'm sorry, Leah. There's nothing more medical science can do for you." the doctor said sadly.
"Nothing at all? Not even any experimental treatments?" she asked, tightly gripping Embry's hand. He squeezed hers back, giving her a small measure of comfort.
"The only thing that could help you is a miracle." the doctor replied. "We can ease the pain as much as possible, though."
"How long do I have?" she asked nervously.
"Anywhere from a week to three months as far as I can tell." replied the doctor. "We can admit you into the hospital, or there's always hospice."
Leah turned her gaze to Embry, needing the comfort only he could give. He wrapped his arm around her, his grip easing her worry.
"If I'm going to die anyway, I'd rather die at home." she spoke quietly, so quietly that the doctor could barely hear.
"We'll contact hospice immediately." the doctor said, standing up, signaling the end of the appointment.
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One Month Later…
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Leah's copper skin was now a sickly gray and her lustrous brown locks were dull. Her eyes showed no emotion, almost glazed over. She was too sick to leave bed now, almost too weak to even move or speak.
And Embry was right there by her side, every day, until his mother made him leave. He said he wanted to be there when it happened, otherwise he could never accept it.
It was the day after he made that proclamation, tears streaming down his face, that she finally slipped away. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed forever was Embry's smiling face.