Sickness
A few weeks later I woke up feeling quiet sick. Cramps wracked through my abdomen and lower stomach. I took some medication to ease the pain but it continued slowly to hurt more and more, until I could no longer stand. Saphire was asleep and couldn't help, and there was no one in the house. I crawled towards the phone and called Vixie, praying for an answer. She picked up and I told her she must come immediately, that it was urgent. In a minute she was there, by my side. She told me to stand up and I did.. with her help. She brought me to the couch, and lied me down, and told me to try to get some sleep while she phoned my scientist to see if she could get me an emergency appointment.
As I sat there I felt this weird feeling like whatever was hurting me would kill me sometime in the near future. I shook the thought away best I could, before I heard Vixie come in. She smiled that reassuring smile of hers before teleporting her and I to our scientist.
My scientist took me in immediately. He asked me some questions, which I answered, quickly. He listened to my heart and lungs with a stethoscope, took my blood pressure and blood samples, and also listened to the transmitting from my brain to other parts in my body. All the while I continued to have the feeling. Over all it was not a good day.
The scientist said I looked fine but he'd give me the blood tests results soon. I thanked him and went home, to a very worried Saphire. I explained to her the situation, and I think she believed me, at least for the time being. I spent the night writing in my journal, different poems and memories I wanted to remember.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of a phone ringing. I yawned, stretched, and dragged myself to the phone. I answered and was immediately worried when I heard the voice of my scientist. He told me he needed to see me at once. I told him I'd be there right away, before hanging up.
I got dressed in whatever I could find, threw on a hat to hide my messy blonde hair, and went to his office.
I was scared as soon as I entered the room. There were five other scientists. They told me to sit down, but I decided to stand. They told me that I had developed a brain tumour, and that they could not operate on it, because they would kill me in the process. I don't think I realized the seriousness of the situation, because it never really hit me until I got home.
They gave me a CAT scan, and pills, and sent me on my way. I walked home; telling myself it was a mistake. That I couldn't die this way after getting my life back together.
When I got home, I saw Saphire. I could tell she knew something was wrong. She looked at me and asked me what had happened at the office.
That's when I started to cry. Blood tears ran down my face, and down my arms. She walked over and gave me a hug, whispering words to make me feel better. I smiled, thanking God for best friends.
She asked me again what was wrong, and this time I replied. I could see the shock in her eyes, the pain and hate and.hurt. I cursed myself for telling her this, and I promised myself I would never tell Dark. I would die before he ever heard the words that had brought such a distinct end to me.
She hugged me tighter and asked me how long I would live for. I replied a few months, hoping it was the truth. She nodded and let go of me, to sit on the couch. I went into the washroom to grab some tissues. Something I needed badly.
While I was in there, I caught a glance at the mirror. In front of me stood a small breakable doll that had been thrown carelessly onto the ground, yet had been picked up more than once, to be played with some more before being abandoned once again. And yet this doll had a brain and a heart and.a soul. Stupid doll.
I turned away from the mirror to return to Saphire, who wasn't taking this that entirely well. She wasn't crying but I could tell she would soon, if I didn't say anything. I told her that they were trying to find a cure, which was another lie. They knew I had no chance of survival and so they wouldn't even try.
I told her not to mention this to Dark, and she promised she wouldn't. We continued to talk about old memories, and the future. Saphire said she would never be able to live without me, which scared me. I continued to say that they would find a cure, and almost got myself thinking that I would survive.that I would at least have a chance.
Suddenly I felt Dark's ki nearby. I put my fingers to my lips, reminding her not to say a word. She nodded and we continued to talk like everything was normal. More lies. I knew he was getting close, and I saw Saphire turn and glare at Dark. I rolled my eyes.wouldn't they ever get along. Wouldn't Saphire even try?
I sighed. Maybe death wouldn't be so complicated. Dark and Saphire continued to talk about matters that I shall not repeat. Why bother? It's not worth your time.
Finally I could just not take it anymore, and left. I'm not sure if they even realized I left. All I know is the wind was warm, and the air fresh. I continued to think about my life and all the things I had done wrong. Did I really have the time to fix them? To make them all better? Or would I die with all these people's hurt and pain left on their backs. After walking around for hours and hours I finally came to the conclusion.
You cannot trick fate, nor can it trick you.
A few weeks later I woke up feeling quiet sick. Cramps wracked through my abdomen and lower stomach. I took some medication to ease the pain but it continued slowly to hurt more and more, until I could no longer stand. Saphire was asleep and couldn't help, and there was no one in the house. I crawled towards the phone and called Vixie, praying for an answer. She picked up and I told her she must come immediately, that it was urgent. In a minute she was there, by my side. She told me to stand up and I did.. with her help. She brought me to the couch, and lied me down, and told me to try to get some sleep while she phoned my scientist to see if she could get me an emergency appointment.
As I sat there I felt this weird feeling like whatever was hurting me would kill me sometime in the near future. I shook the thought away best I could, before I heard Vixie come in. She smiled that reassuring smile of hers before teleporting her and I to our scientist.
My scientist took me in immediately. He asked me some questions, which I answered, quickly. He listened to my heart and lungs with a stethoscope, took my blood pressure and blood samples, and also listened to the transmitting from my brain to other parts in my body. All the while I continued to have the feeling. Over all it was not a good day.
The scientist said I looked fine but he'd give me the blood tests results soon. I thanked him and went home, to a very worried Saphire. I explained to her the situation, and I think she believed me, at least for the time being. I spent the night writing in my journal, different poems and memories I wanted to remember.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of a phone ringing. I yawned, stretched, and dragged myself to the phone. I answered and was immediately worried when I heard the voice of my scientist. He told me he needed to see me at once. I told him I'd be there right away, before hanging up.
I got dressed in whatever I could find, threw on a hat to hide my messy blonde hair, and went to his office.
I was scared as soon as I entered the room. There were five other scientists. They told me to sit down, but I decided to stand. They told me that I had developed a brain tumour, and that they could not operate on it, because they would kill me in the process. I don't think I realized the seriousness of the situation, because it never really hit me until I got home.
They gave me a CAT scan, and pills, and sent me on my way. I walked home; telling myself it was a mistake. That I couldn't die this way after getting my life back together.
When I got home, I saw Saphire. I could tell she knew something was wrong. She looked at me and asked me what had happened at the office.
That's when I started to cry. Blood tears ran down my face, and down my arms. She walked over and gave me a hug, whispering words to make me feel better. I smiled, thanking God for best friends.
She asked me again what was wrong, and this time I replied. I could see the shock in her eyes, the pain and hate and.hurt. I cursed myself for telling her this, and I promised myself I would never tell Dark. I would die before he ever heard the words that had brought such a distinct end to me.
She hugged me tighter and asked me how long I would live for. I replied a few months, hoping it was the truth. She nodded and let go of me, to sit on the couch. I went into the washroom to grab some tissues. Something I needed badly.
While I was in there, I caught a glance at the mirror. In front of me stood a small breakable doll that had been thrown carelessly onto the ground, yet had been picked up more than once, to be played with some more before being abandoned once again. And yet this doll had a brain and a heart and.a soul. Stupid doll.
I turned away from the mirror to return to Saphire, who wasn't taking this that entirely well. She wasn't crying but I could tell she would soon, if I didn't say anything. I told her that they were trying to find a cure, which was another lie. They knew I had no chance of survival and so they wouldn't even try.
I told her not to mention this to Dark, and she promised she wouldn't. We continued to talk about old memories, and the future. Saphire said she would never be able to live without me, which scared me. I continued to say that they would find a cure, and almost got myself thinking that I would survive.that I would at least have a chance.
Suddenly I felt Dark's ki nearby. I put my fingers to my lips, reminding her not to say a word. She nodded and we continued to talk like everything was normal. More lies. I knew he was getting close, and I saw Saphire turn and glare at Dark. I rolled my eyes.wouldn't they ever get along. Wouldn't Saphire even try?
I sighed. Maybe death wouldn't be so complicated. Dark and Saphire continued to talk about matters that I shall not repeat. Why bother? It's not worth your time.
Finally I could just not take it anymore, and left. I'm not sure if they even realized I left. All I know is the wind was warm, and the air fresh. I continued to think about my life and all the things I had done wrong. Did I really have the time to fix them? To make them all better? Or would I die with all these people's hurt and pain left on their backs. After walking around for hours and hours I finally came to the conclusion.
You cannot trick fate, nor can it trick you.