BPOV
No matter how many times I sit on this bed it will never be comfortable. I stare at the boring tan curtain pushed into the corner by the door. I pray no one comes in, I really hate doctors. As if the gods were against me the fat door swings open. I drop my head and look at my lap. Ugly blue gowns.
"Hello Ms. Swan! How are you today?" A way too happy voice asks. I look up to see my nurse, a very short and very round lady. I give her a look. "I'm swell." I tell her. She sighs knowing that's all she's getting. "Well Dr. Cullen will be with you momentarily. Do you need anything?" She asks. I mentally snorted. Um, yes I would like to, well, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
I sighed and shook my head. She set down a folder on the counter and stepped towards the door. I watched her grab the door handle and pull the heavy door slowly open. Another person on the other side however pushed the door open quickly and it collided with Kathy's face. I stifled my laugh as Carlisle steps into my room. His eyes widened as he noticed Nurse Kathy clutching her nose, It was bleeding. He continually apologized until she left to get her nose checked out.
He turned to me and smiled. "Well how are you Bella?" he asked me. "I'm fine." I told him. I studied his face, making note of the sad look in his eyes hidden behind his smile. "Carlisle?" I asked him. He looked at me, nervous. He knew my question but let me speak anyways. "Carlisle, you told me you'd know today." I reminded him. He stared at me for a few minutes. I couldn't stand not knowing, He promised to tell me today and he would.
"Bella what you have to understand is that with this is that its not definate. Things change, circumstances change. Without treatments your health is deteriorating rapidly and-" I stopped him. He shouldn't be rambling like this, not now. "Carlisle please?" I pleaded. He sighed. He opened his mouth hesitantly and spoke. "16 months." My heart dropped, my nausea picked up speed and I couldn't breathe. Tears came to his eyes. "I'm so sorry Bella."
Sixteen months? It's February... I'm going to die in June. I won't even be nineteen. I'm not going to get to go to college with the guys. I'm never getting married or going to have kids. I'll never do anything I had hoped. Never will I find my soul mate even. I gasped, what about my family? How would Alice take this? I'm going to miss her wedding, her first child and the look on her face when she's purposed to. Rosalie. Emmett. Jasper. Edward. Esme, my mother for all intents and purposes, she'll be crushed to lose another child. And Carlisle, the only father i've ever known, this must be worse for him knowing he could try and try but nothing could save me.
None of them know. Only Carlisle and Esme. How do I tell them? What will they say?
"We have to tell them soon." Carlisle told me guessing my thoughts. I sighed. "I know, I just wish they didn't need to know."