The Body is a Cruel Mistress

by m-is-for-MollyMansfieldMealing

Just when Connie thought she'd passed through her rough patch, a diagnosis comes along that changes her life forever. Will her colleagues be there for her every step of the way, or will they turn their backs on her like she had done to them so many times before? TW- cancer as well as a few others which I'll specify at the start of each chapter. Pic cred- IsabellaForever! x

25. Limbo

Apologies for:

-The late update

-The poor standard of this chapter

-The length of this chapter

-The mean cliffhanger

-The weird was it was written

-This list

I've had a stomach bug this week that made me really sick, off my food etc so I didn't have time to edit or upload this chapter. To add to this one of my teachers was being a meanie and made me re-write an entire essay which took FOREVER :'(

But here it is! I have mock exams next week (lol if illnesses don't kill me off then they will) so if I don't update I'm either dead or I've forgotten/been too busy :)

Hope you enjoy and reviews would be lovely! -Sophie x

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"Grace? Is that you?"

The haze that obstructed Connie's vision seemed to thicken slightly as the figure drew nearer. Struggling to move, the woman blinked.

"Grace? Darling?"

"No. It's not Grace."

A deep voice echoed around her, making the hairs stand up on the backs of her arms and her pulse quicken.

"Then who are you?"

"Oh wouldn't you like to know." It seemed to chuckle. A searing pain shot through the left side of her head and Connie cried out in agony.

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

"What's going on, please-please stop this."

"That, my dear Constance, is not under my control. I am merely the messenger, a menial labourer if you will."

"What- argh!" The same pain shot through the same side of her head as the figure moved even closer, the bursts becoming more frequent. Between panicked breaths, Connie managed to whimper "You know my name?"

"I know your name, yes. I know your daughter and your colleagues and everyone else you have ever met. I know how you like your eggs soft not hard, how you hate walking in pumps because you tripped in them on the street last year, and why you never sleep with your door open anymore. I know everything there is to know about you Constance. I know all there is to know about anyone."

The pain was near on constant now and the woman drew weaker and weaker.

"How?" Her voice was barely a voice, now a shadow of her former authorative tone and self as her eyes drooped shut, only just making out the figure as it finally revealed itself as a black, human shaped hole.

Wide eyed with terror, Connie let out an ear-piercing scream.

"I am death Constance, and I have come for you at last."