"Wh- what?"
"I'm very sorry Mrs. Sunderland. We've done what we can-"
"You're a doctor! You're supposed to be able to cure me!"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sunderland. The disease has progressed further than anticipated. You still have some time-"
"Get out."
"Mrs-"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
Without another word, the doctor bowed his head and left Mary's Hospital room.
She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Mary cupped her hands around her face and proceeded to sob. Why did she have to die? Her life wasn't even half-way through, and now a doctor says her time is almost up. It isn't fair. It isn't fucking fair!
The rage welled up inside Mary's heart. She was so angry. This stupid disease had taken over her body and is now stealing everything away from her. As hot tears poured down Mary's withered cheeks, she could feel hatred coming onto her.
"I hate this ugly body," Mary murmured.
"I hate this room," Mary whispered, louder.
"I hate this disease." Mary said, now even louder. Her fists clenched against her face as she gritted her teeth together.
Mary slammed her arms into the bed and shouted ,"I HATE EVERYTHING!"
"…Mary?" a small voice whimpered from the now partially opened door.
Mary gasped and turned her wet face to the familiar little girl before her. Her eyes softened and she covered her face halfway with her right hand.
"Oh Laura…I'm so sorry…I didn't mean it…" Mary said holding back more tears.
Laura, now having entered the room, closed the door behind her while still facing Mary.
"It's okay Mary," said Laura in a sympathetic voice. She climbed onto Mary's bed and wrapped her small arms around the now crying woman.
Mary smiled weakly and whispered ,"Thank you, sweetheart." She hugged the little girl back and they sat together for the rest of visiting hours.