A story I had written a couple years ago, I got writers block and left it be, so ill post it. PLease tell me what you think I really want to know!


Betsy Morgan woke to a dark room. The eleven year old girl woke up to a headache and she figured it was simply from waking up. After a couple blinks, she remembered that today was her birthday and she would be turning twelve. She jumped out of bed and ran into the main living room looking for her foster parents.

When Betsy was eight, her mother and her were in a car accident and her mother was killed. She was sent to an orphanage and then sent to live in her current home with Susan and Dwayne Samson. An older couple who never had children and devoted their lives and time to raising kids who didn't have parents.

Betsy got another pain from her headache and she quickly felt sick to her stomach. She walked into the bathroom and heaved quickly but violently into the toilet. She sat down and then laid her head on the cold tile floor.

Susan came into the doorway after hearing Betsy sick. Being a former doctor in her own right, she immediately proceeded forward and leant down to place the back of her hand on her forehead and the cheek that was not lying on the floor. "Oh Betsy, how long have you been sick?"

"A couple days."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought it would go away."

"Dwayne?" She called out.

"Yeah, Susan?" He appeared in the doorway and saw the scene before him. He saw his wife's face and he nodded heading back into his room to change.

They were soon in the car and on the way to the hospital.

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Betsy sat on Dwayne's lap in the waiting area of the hospital, while they waited on a room. Betsy had thrown twice more on the way there and once in the triage nurses lap. Betsy had dozed off in waiting for a room and when they were finally called back Dwayne helped get her on a gurney and they wheeled her back.

The next few hours went by and tests were taken and nothing was coming up. The doctor came in and saw Betsy asleep on the bed and Dwayne asleep in the chair against the wall. Susan was awake but she was drifting.

"Mrs. Samson?" She jerked toward the sound, and the doctor motioned for her to come to the hallway. She got up and followed the doctor.

"Dr. Jenkins, what have you found out?"

"You are a doctor, yes?"

"I was, recently retired."

"Okay, then I won't beat around the bush. After doing all the typical tests for any standard disease or virus we can think of. When we finally ran her blood count, I noticed some very disturbing things."

"Like what?"

"Her counts are off, and I want to run a couple of scans." She pulled the chart up and started flipping through it.

"Let me guess, CT scan and MRI."

"Yes, Ma'am, I also want to consult an oncologist after I read the scans."

"May I see those scans when you are completed?" Susan asked quickly.

"Absolutely, in all honesty I was going to ask you to help me read them."

Susan smiled and then removed it. She looked into the window of Betsy's room. "I know she isn't my daughter but I feel for this little girl. I'm afraid of what those scans will show us."

"Yes Mrs. Samson, I want to get those scans done before attempting to make a diagnosis.

"Thank you doctor." Susan turned back to the window and the doctor walked away to put in the orders.


Should I continue? WWE characters soon, promise

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