Hiya :)

This is my first story so I'm kind of nervous about it. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.

I hope there aren't many mistakes in my grammer or punctuation but if there are then I apologize. After you've read this please review and let me know your honest opinion and any constuctive critism you have to offer.

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Thanks

Stephen's POV

I take a deep breath before knocking on the dull white door.

"Come in" I hear the sharp familiar voice reply.

I slowly push the door and step inside the plain room to find Doctor Andrew Cullen standing up in a way of greeting.

"Hi Ste. How are you today?" He says as he shakes my hand. For some reason his voice lacks the joyfulness it normally does when her greets me. But I quickly put it down to tiredness.

"To be honest I feel alot worse that I did before"

He nods as if he thats what he expected me to say.

It all started a few weeks ago when I started getting a slight fever and some chills at first I immediately dismissed it down to tiredness from working long shifts. However, soon I started getting persistent stomach pains that were so bad that no matter how many paracetamols I took the pain just wouldn't go away. It got so bad that it took alot of energy just to get up in the mornings but I just assumed it was down to the lack of sleep I got. At first Amy thought that I was depressed because I had just recently dumped Brendan, but after she saw the constant weight loss and difficulty in breathing she had to admit that there was something wrong with me rather than love sickness as she had thought. I wasn't eating alot and if I'm honest I didn't want to eat before the mere thought of food made me want to puke. Eventually, I had to admit defeat and let Amy drag me to the Doctors to get checked out.

Two weeks ago I came to the Doctors surgery, where Andrew checked my virals and got some blood and urine samples which he sent off to the lab to get tested. From his body language I could instantly tell that he did have an idea of what was wrong with me and he just needed confirmation before he told me. The way he felt my stomach it was as if... he was searching for something. A lump? Brusing? Maybe or maybe I was just letting my imagination get away with me.

Anyway I knew it was bad news when he called me this morning on my mobile when I was making breakfast for my kids asking me to come into his office at lunch time to discuss the results that he recieved from the lab.

So here I am in his office as once again he checks vital signs such as; weight, pulse temperature and the amount of breaths I can take in a minute. I catch him frowning as I take slow, shallow breaths.

He looks at me with his big green eyes before turning back to his clipboard and noting some thing down.

I have to admit that his eyes are gorgeous not as intoxicating as Brendan's but still beautiful. As I wait, I find myself comparing his features to Brendan's in detail. Doctor Cullen or Andrew as everyone calls him outside of work is hardly a troll but definitely not my type. Since Andrew first arrived to Cheshire its become a known fact that he likes me. But for some reason I refuse to acknowledge the fact that he likes me and pretend to be none the wiser. He often turns up in Chez Chez after work and hangs out near the bar chatting to me in between me serving punters. The reason why I haven't told him where to go is because I love seeing a jealous Brendan and because it feels good to be wanted. After Brendan its like I've forgotten how to enjoy life and just have fun. Everything with me and Brendan was so... serious and controlled so in a way it feels good just to be able to let my hair down and just have some fun. I look at Andrew in his Doctors uniform and have to confess that he looks extra sexy today.

"Ste?" I jerk my head as I'm broken out of my daydream by his melodic voice.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He asks as he lays a hand on my upper arm "You seem flustered"

I nod as and avert my eyes as I blush "Yeah, just feel abit hot"

He gets up and walks to the window and opens it before going to the mini fridge by his desk and taking out a cold bottle of water.

"Here" he says as he hands it to me.

"Cheers" I say as I take a sip before turning my attention back towards the matter at hand. The results. I know there bad, that much is obvious but how bad? Do I even want to know?

"So...Did you find out whats wrong with me?"

He reaches over to his desk and grabs a envelope with my name on it in black marker. He opens the letter and reads it and winces as he does. I gulp as I bite back the vomit thats threatening to come out my mouth.

"What did the results say?" I ask fearfully.

"Stephen" he say as he pauses. My heartbeat increases as a sickening feeling develops in my stomach.

He looks at me sympathetically which makes me want to run back home and hide under the covers.

"What did they find?" I whisper.

Fear fills my heart and I feel the world crumble beneath me as he says the words that I have been dreading.

"Stephen, You've got cancer..."

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