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sorry if you were planning on suing me, because you won't get anything
cause I'm broke!
Author's note: This is my second fic, and I think it may turn out good. This story is actually one of my older ones that I revised and changed the title.( I formerly had the penname of Candy-Kane) It has come to my attention that I am not the only one to use the penname Silver Fox. I'd like to give my apologies to the person/people who had it first; I didn't know someone else had it. Either way, I would like to hear input from people. I'll gladly take criticism, but not about my pairing of Quatre and Dorothy. Any other criticism I'll gladly read. So, let it begin!
Love will not Die
Part I
By, Silver Fox
Dorothy nervously tapped her long fingernails on her black purse as she waited in the small waiting room of a doctor's office. She knew that this day would come, the day of her appointment. She was going to see a heart specialist for the second time after suffering from minor chest pain day after day, for two weeks. The truth was it still hurt a bit now. The pain wasn't side splitting or anything, more like a dull ache. But being in this waiting room was awkward. Yes, very awkward indeed, because across the room, a large man was smoking an unlit cigar and mumbling to himself, constantly. When he said something to Dorothy, she didn't understand it, so she politely nodded. She also concluded that he must be here for the mental health specialist. She was just about to get up to get a new magazine, when she heard a rather irritated voice.
"Miss Catalonia?"
Dorothy turned to see a sneering secretary, who's expression looked like she had dung under her nose. That was another reason that Dorothy became even more nervous.
"Yes?"
"The doctor will see you now."
"Oh, th-thank you." Dorothy rose and followed the rude faced woman down a long and winding corridor until she finally reached a small and brightly lit room.
"Have a seat," she said before she turned and slammed the door shut again. Dorothy sat down and, again waited. She was so nervous that even the air felt stiff. Within a short amount of time, the male doctor she had seen last week entered the room.
"Hello Dorothy," he greeted.
"Hello Dr. Weston," she replied.
The man sat at his desk, put on his glasses and rummaged through some papers. "Now, now, let's see what you're here for." Dorothy was just about to reply when he finished saying,
"Oh, that's right. We have to check those results of the tests we took, don't we?"
"Yes."
"Alright, just give me a second to find your folder."
Dorothy only nodded. In her opinion, she thought he was treating her like a six- year-old.
"Ok, here's your folder, Miss Catalonia. Let's see the results." His jolly face instantly hardened as soon as he took something out of the folder. He studied it for a long time, as if trying to analyze it himself.
"Doctor, what is it?" Dorothy asked, but not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.
"Well, Miss Catalonia, I'm afraid to say that you have Chagas disease."
"I-I have a disease?" she stuttered in disbelief.
"Yes. We took blood tests last time, and found the parasite Trypanosoma cruzi. It causes the infection that is the disease. It has infected your heart, which is why you were having chest pains. I'm afraid that I don't know much more. You'll have to go to a specialist at the hospital. I'll make an appointment for you."
"Will I die from this?" Dorothy asked
"Um, well," it looked as though it was difficult to continue, "you see, this is the chronic stage of the infection, so there really is no medicine to treat it now, but you'll have to see the specialist."
"But that doesn't answer my question, will I die from this?" she asked, getting a little annoyed that he was beating around the bush.
"Alright, from my knowledge, which isn't about the entire illness, yes, it is a possibility that you could. die."
"I see," Dorothy said slowly and deliberately, even though she really didn't. How could she have contracted such a serious disease?
"Doctor," she said, "thank you. If that is all, I would like to leave now."
"Oh, yes. Have a nice day."
'Knowing that I might die, oh yeah I'm really going to have a nice day.' She thought bitterly to herself
"You too," she replied flatly. ****
Quatre anxiously awaited the arrival of his girlfriend in his big empty house. She was supposed to be home an hour ago. Her doctor's appointment should have been over by now. He was starting to get very worried. And it seemed that he always constantly worried about her, but he had good reason. In the past, everything always seemed to happen to her, everything bad, which was why he worried so much. Luck never seemed to be on their side. But even still, he had always loved her and always would, more than anything in his life. He cocked his head up when he heard the door open and the sound produced a somber echo throughout the house. Knowing it must be Dorothy; he heaved himself up and headed toward the front of the house. He practically jogged because he was so happy to see her again.
But when he reached the door, the sight that awaited him was one that didn't please him. Dorothy was here, but there was something wrong with this picture. Whenever she used to get home, she would always run up to him and give him a kiss. She usually was so energetic. But now, she looked a little more than down. Her usually bright and sparkling eyes looked so dull and hazy. The glow that usually surrounded her seemed gone. Again, this worried Quatre very much, so he intended to go comfort her, but she coldly brush past him.
"Hello Quatre," she said in a very monotone voice.
"Dorothy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing I'm willing to talk about at the moment."
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"No, it's just."
"What? Dorothy, you can tell me. Please."
"Let's go sit down first. I'm really quite tired from everything that's happened to me today."
"What happened today?"
"If you'll let me sit down, then I'll tell you."
"Oh, alright." With that said, he took her arm and guided her toward the couch. After they both sat, he turned and looked at her again. "Now please, tell me what's wrong," he pleaded. For a moment she didn't answer. For a moment she seemed lost, and scared.
"Alright," she sighed after what seemed like forever. She turned her head to look Quatre straight in the eye. Her gaze was almost fierce, and yet also so soft.
"Quatre, I have a disease."
His soul shook within him. It was with a terrible fear that he felt every part of himself quiver.
"A. disease? Is it serious? How did you get it? Is there a cure?" he asked all in a rush. He was about to continue his rambling when she put her delicate hand over his mouth to stop him.
"Please, just listen for a second," she started. With that, he instantly fell silent and paid extremely close attention as she continued. "The disease is called Chagas disease. It's an infection of the blood, and it's infected my heart. The disease is at the chronic stage, whatever that means. That's all I really know. The doctor told me that I'd have to see a specialist about the disease. But I could die from this. He did know that much. But, I don't know anything else."
Quatre felt his own heart give a painful twist inside his chest. "Die? Y- you could die from this?" It was almost too painful to say, and yet he somehow found the strength to.
"That's right, just like I said. I could die. Of course I still have to see the specialist to determine that, but it is a possibility."
The thing that disturbed Quatre most was the fact that Dorothy was being so calm while talking about all of this. She was saying it so emotionlessly that it sounded like she was reading a news report. Quatre himself was almost to the point of tears. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. But why was she so ordinary about this? Quatre couldn't hide his emotions any longer, so he held Dorothy in a tight embrace, gently stroking her soft blonde hair. Silent tears forced their way out his eyes and onto his light skinned face. From there, some fell on to her hair.
"Quatre?" she asked concerned
"Dorothy, you can't die! I can't lose you. I love you too much. Don't die, please don't leave me!"
"Quatre," she bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was cause him pain. "I promise you I'll try my best to fight this disease. I don't want to die, because then I would hurt you, and that's not what I want." "What do you want?" he wondered out loud.
She closed her eyes and thought dreamily. "I want to be with you. I want to stay with you. I don't want to leave you because I don't want to hurt you. Nothing would make me happier than just to see your smiling face every day. Just to know your love is with me, that is all I truly want," she finished.
His soul wept for her. Such a beautiful, kind and caring person like her should not have to die. She should be able to spread her kindness toward others. If it was the last thing he did, Quatre vowed he would try to save her.
"I love you Dorothy. I love you so much. More than all the stars in the sky, more than life itself. You need to know that, and remember, I'll always be with you."
"I love you too Quatre. And you remember, I'll never leave you." ****
Author's note: Well, there's part 1. I hope I didn't do too terribly. Really, I thought it came out good. Just so you know, Chagas is pronounced sha-gus and it is a very real and very terrible disease. I'm going to write symptoms, ways to catch it, stages of it, and treatment all in part 2. So, please read on to part 2 and enjoy!
Author's note: This is my second fic, and I think it may turn out good. This story is actually one of my older ones that I revised and changed the title.( I formerly had the penname of Candy-Kane) It has come to my attention that I am not the only one to use the penname Silver Fox. I'd like to give my apologies to the person/people who had it first; I didn't know someone else had it. Either way, I would like to hear input from people. I'll gladly take criticism, but not about my pairing of Quatre and Dorothy. Any other criticism I'll gladly read. So, let it begin!
Love will not Die
Part I
By, Silver Fox
Dorothy nervously tapped her long fingernails on her black purse as she waited in the small waiting room of a doctor's office. She knew that this day would come, the day of her appointment. She was going to see a heart specialist for the second time after suffering from minor chest pain day after day, for two weeks. The truth was it still hurt a bit now. The pain wasn't side splitting or anything, more like a dull ache. But being in this waiting room was awkward. Yes, very awkward indeed, because across the room, a large man was smoking an unlit cigar and mumbling to himself, constantly. When he said something to Dorothy, she didn't understand it, so she politely nodded. She also concluded that he must be here for the mental health specialist. She was just about to get up to get a new magazine, when she heard a rather irritated voice.
"Miss Catalonia?"
Dorothy turned to see a sneering secretary, who's expression looked like she had dung under her nose. That was another reason that Dorothy became even more nervous.
"Yes?"
"The doctor will see you now."
"Oh, th-thank you." Dorothy rose and followed the rude faced woman down a long and winding corridor until she finally reached a small and brightly lit room.
"Have a seat," she said before she turned and slammed the door shut again. Dorothy sat down and, again waited. She was so nervous that even the air felt stiff. Within a short amount of time, the male doctor she had seen last week entered the room.
"Hello Dorothy," he greeted.
"Hello Dr. Weston," she replied.
The man sat at his desk, put on his glasses and rummaged through some papers. "Now, now, let's see what you're here for." Dorothy was just about to reply when he finished saying,
"Oh, that's right. We have to check those results of the tests we took, don't we?"
"Yes."
"Alright, just give me a second to find your folder."
Dorothy only nodded. In her opinion, she thought he was treating her like a six- year-old.
"Ok, here's your folder, Miss Catalonia. Let's see the results." His jolly face instantly hardened as soon as he took something out of the folder. He studied it for a long time, as if trying to analyze it himself.
"Doctor, what is it?" Dorothy asked, but not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.
"Well, Miss Catalonia, I'm afraid to say that you have Chagas disease."
"I-I have a disease?" she stuttered in disbelief.
"Yes. We took blood tests last time, and found the parasite Trypanosoma cruzi. It causes the infection that is the disease. It has infected your heart, which is why you were having chest pains. I'm afraid that I don't know much more. You'll have to go to a specialist at the hospital. I'll make an appointment for you."
"Will I die from this?" Dorothy asked
"Um, well," it looked as though it was difficult to continue, "you see, this is the chronic stage of the infection, so there really is no medicine to treat it now, but you'll have to see the specialist."
"But that doesn't answer my question, will I die from this?" she asked, getting a little annoyed that he was beating around the bush.
"Alright, from my knowledge, which isn't about the entire illness, yes, it is a possibility that you could. die."
"I see," Dorothy said slowly and deliberately, even though she really didn't. How could she have contracted such a serious disease?
"Doctor," she said, "thank you. If that is all, I would like to leave now."
"Oh, yes. Have a nice day."
'Knowing that I might die, oh yeah I'm really going to have a nice day.' She thought bitterly to herself
"You too," she replied flatly. ****
Quatre anxiously awaited the arrival of his girlfriend in his big empty house. She was supposed to be home an hour ago. Her doctor's appointment should have been over by now. He was starting to get very worried. And it seemed that he always constantly worried about her, but he had good reason. In the past, everything always seemed to happen to her, everything bad, which was why he worried so much. Luck never seemed to be on their side. But even still, he had always loved her and always would, more than anything in his life. He cocked his head up when he heard the door open and the sound produced a somber echo throughout the house. Knowing it must be Dorothy; he heaved himself up and headed toward the front of the house. He practically jogged because he was so happy to see her again.
But when he reached the door, the sight that awaited him was one that didn't please him. Dorothy was here, but there was something wrong with this picture. Whenever she used to get home, she would always run up to him and give him a kiss. She usually was so energetic. But now, she looked a little more than down. Her usually bright and sparkling eyes looked so dull and hazy. The glow that usually surrounded her seemed gone. Again, this worried Quatre very much, so he intended to go comfort her, but she coldly brush past him.
"Hello Quatre," she said in a very monotone voice.
"Dorothy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing I'm willing to talk about at the moment."
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"No, it's just."
"What? Dorothy, you can tell me. Please."
"Let's go sit down first. I'm really quite tired from everything that's happened to me today."
"What happened today?"
"If you'll let me sit down, then I'll tell you."
"Oh, alright." With that said, he took her arm and guided her toward the couch. After they both sat, he turned and looked at her again. "Now please, tell me what's wrong," he pleaded. For a moment she didn't answer. For a moment she seemed lost, and scared.
"Alright," she sighed after what seemed like forever. She turned her head to look Quatre straight in the eye. Her gaze was almost fierce, and yet also so soft.
"Quatre, I have a disease."
His soul shook within him. It was with a terrible fear that he felt every part of himself quiver.
"A. disease? Is it serious? How did you get it? Is there a cure?" he asked all in a rush. He was about to continue his rambling when she put her delicate hand over his mouth to stop him.
"Please, just listen for a second," she started. With that, he instantly fell silent and paid extremely close attention as she continued. "The disease is called Chagas disease. It's an infection of the blood, and it's infected my heart. The disease is at the chronic stage, whatever that means. That's all I really know. The doctor told me that I'd have to see a specialist about the disease. But I could die from this. He did know that much. But, I don't know anything else."
Quatre felt his own heart give a painful twist inside his chest. "Die? Y- you could die from this?" It was almost too painful to say, and yet he somehow found the strength to.
"That's right, just like I said. I could die. Of course I still have to see the specialist to determine that, but it is a possibility."
The thing that disturbed Quatre most was the fact that Dorothy was being so calm while talking about all of this. She was saying it so emotionlessly that it sounded like she was reading a news report. Quatre himself was almost to the point of tears. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. But why was she so ordinary about this? Quatre couldn't hide his emotions any longer, so he held Dorothy in a tight embrace, gently stroking her soft blonde hair. Silent tears forced their way out his eyes and onto his light skinned face. From there, some fell on to her hair.
"Quatre?" she asked concerned
"Dorothy, you can't die! I can't lose you. I love you too much. Don't die, please don't leave me!"
"Quatre," she bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was cause him pain. "I promise you I'll try my best to fight this disease. I don't want to die, because then I would hurt you, and that's not what I want." "What do you want?" he wondered out loud.
She closed her eyes and thought dreamily. "I want to be with you. I want to stay with you. I don't want to leave you because I don't want to hurt you. Nothing would make me happier than just to see your smiling face every day. Just to know your love is with me, that is all I truly want," she finished.
His soul wept for her. Such a beautiful, kind and caring person like her should not have to die. She should be able to spread her kindness toward others. If it was the last thing he did, Quatre vowed he would try to save her.
"I love you Dorothy. I love you so much. More than all the stars in the sky, more than life itself. You need to know that, and remember, I'll always be with you."
"I love you too Quatre. And you remember, I'll never leave you." ****
Author's note: Well, there's part 1. I hope I didn't do too terribly. Really, I thought it came out good. Just so you know, Chagas is pronounced sha-gus and it is a very real and very terrible disease. I'm going to write symptoms, ways to catch it, stages of it, and treatment all in part 2. So, please read on to part 2 and enjoy!