Jill and Gordon were sat in his consultancy room, an eerie silence lingered over them both. The female doctor sat in the patient chair opposite the desk, nearest the door. The male doctor sat in his old leather chair holding a sealed white envelope in his hands. Fright lit his eyes up in a way his wife had never witnessed before.
'Gordon...' murmured Jill, a croak registered in her voice
After he didn't respond, his eyes fixated on the envelope she spoke again 'Gordon, are you okay?'
'Erm...sorry. Yeah. Right best get this open hadn't I?' he gestured at the envelope; a glimmer of a smile gracing his face. Jill leant across the table and placed a hand on her husband's arm. Gordon gently ripped open the white packaging and slipped out the letter from inside. Hesitantly he opened the letter and read the words scrawled on it.
'What's it say?' uttered the woman
'It says...it says I've got...cancer. I've got cancer Jill'
Jill quickly grabbed the letter and scanned her eyes over it, before a tear slipped out of her left eyes. She rushed to wipe the tear away on the sleeve of her blazer, trying desperately to control herself.
'You listen to me Gordon Ormerod. You're going to be okay, I promise' Jill rushed round to his side of the desk and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. She nestled her face into his hair.
'I know I am, I know I am love' he whispered, holding onto his wife's arm before eventually breaking down.
Hard for any woman to take seeing her husband break in her arms. All she could do was hold him and let the male cry. A small snippet of what was to come.