Chapter 14: All hope is gone
[Dean]
Dean clutched Rory's hand a week later. How many times have I been here in the last four months? He thought. This office was getting a little too familiar. He didn't like it. He hoped that the tests came out saying that the tumor could be removed. But, his hope died when he saw the expression on Dr. Thomas's face.
"The tumor's growing again," Dr. Thomas said, with pure sadness.
"So, there's nothing more you can do?" Dean asked, feeling tears coming.
"I'm sorry," Dr. Thomas said. "But, you've had two rounds of radiation which is all you can have and chemotherapy won't touch this kind of tumor."
"This has got to be a mistake," Rory said, her voice wavering. "There's got to be something you can do!"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Forester," Dr. Thomas said. "If there was anything more I can do I would have suggested it."
Rory buried her face in her hands. Dean could tell she was trying not to cry. This is a bad dream, he thought. I'm going to wake up and I'm still going to be in Montauk. Dean pinched himself, but to his luck, it wasn't a dream.
"Tell me what do expect now," Dean said, his eyes feeling dry.
"Well, I'll be increasing your steroid medication to stop the tumor from swelling," Dr. Thomas said. "You'll have memory lapses, equilibrium problems, trouble with speech, sight, and maybe hearing. Eventually you'll be bedridden. You'll slip into a coma. Your lungs will fill with fluid, and you'll stop breathing."
"Is it possible that I can die at home?" Dean asked. "I heard of a group called hospice."
"Yes," Dr. Thomas said. "You can have a nurse, a hospice member, or anyone you want with you."
Dean looked at Rory. "Is that okay with you?" he asked.
Rory nodded, not looking up.
"Except for headaches, which will pass over time, you'll feel no pain," Dr. Thomas continued.
"So, I'll go to sleep and never wake up?" Dean asked.
"Exactly," Dr. Thomas said.
Dean suddenly felt a little less afraid to die, but he didn't want to. He and Rory had been married for almost two years now. Was this it? Would he live long enough to see his kids? He reached over and grabbed Rory's hand.
"I want you with me the whole time," he said.
"I will," Rory said.
[Rory]
Rory waited outside while Dean talked to Dr. Thomas while tears flowed down her face. She couldn't believe what was happening. How could Dean die? He was so young. He had so much to live for.
"Are you ready?" Dean asked, coming out of the room.
Rory nodded and walked hand-in-hand with him out to the car. She didn't want him to see her like this. He had enough to deal with already.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"I should be asking you that question," Rory responded.
"Medium."
"Same."
They spent the car ride in silence. Rory started cooking when she got home and washed her face. But, that didn't help. She started crying all over again.
"Rory, you're not okay," Dean said. "I can tell."
Rory couldn't take it anymore. She lost it completely.
"OF COURSE I'M NOT OKAY!" She yelled, walking into the living room. "YOU'RE DYING! IN THE NEXT FEW WEEKS THIS IS GOING TO TURN INTO A HOUSE OF HORRORS! WE HAVE A KID ON THE WAY AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE THERE TO HELP ME TAKE CARE OF THEM! THEN, THEY'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED AND AFTER THAT MY MOTHER'S GOING TO DIE! I'M GOING TO BE ALL ALONE! WHO'S GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME, DEAN? WHO'S GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME WHEN I'M DYING?"
Rory looked at Dean's face. Tears were forming in his eyes. I can't believe I just said that, she thought. He didn't need that. Rory broke down and cried.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed.
Dean walked over and wrapped his arms around her and started crying as well. Rory's tears seeped into his shirt. Dean's chin was on her head and his tears slipped into her hair.
"I'm sorry," she said again. "I'm just scared."
"I know," he sobbed. "I know. I'm scared, too."
The two of them continued to sob and clung to each other. That was totally out of line, Rory thought. I shouldn't have done that. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him, but she had to take advantage of the time she had left with him.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I know that was totally random and it was totally OOC for Rory, but my grandma did it when my grandpa was dying and they did that in And Then there was one. My health teacher said it was a normal thing to do. Anyways, I hope this was okay. Chapter 15 is coming soon.
[Dean]
Dean clutched Rory's hand a week later. How many times have I been here in the last four months? He thought. This office was getting a little too familiar. He didn't like it. He hoped that the tests came out saying that the tumor could be removed. But, his hope died when he saw the expression on Dr. Thomas's face.
"The tumor's growing again," Dr. Thomas said, with pure sadness.
"So, there's nothing more you can do?" Dean asked, feeling tears coming.
"I'm sorry," Dr. Thomas said. "But, you've had two rounds of radiation which is all you can have and chemotherapy won't touch this kind of tumor."
"This has got to be a mistake," Rory said, her voice wavering. "There's got to be something you can do!"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Forester," Dr. Thomas said. "If there was anything more I can do I would have suggested it."
Rory buried her face in her hands. Dean could tell she was trying not to cry. This is a bad dream, he thought. I'm going to wake up and I'm still going to be in Montauk. Dean pinched himself, but to his luck, it wasn't a dream.
"Tell me what do expect now," Dean said, his eyes feeling dry.
"Well, I'll be increasing your steroid medication to stop the tumor from swelling," Dr. Thomas said. "You'll have memory lapses, equilibrium problems, trouble with speech, sight, and maybe hearing. Eventually you'll be bedridden. You'll slip into a coma. Your lungs will fill with fluid, and you'll stop breathing."
"Is it possible that I can die at home?" Dean asked. "I heard of a group called hospice."
"Yes," Dr. Thomas said. "You can have a nurse, a hospice member, or anyone you want with you."
Dean looked at Rory. "Is that okay with you?" he asked.
Rory nodded, not looking up.
"Except for headaches, which will pass over time, you'll feel no pain," Dr. Thomas continued.
"So, I'll go to sleep and never wake up?" Dean asked.
"Exactly," Dr. Thomas said.
Dean suddenly felt a little less afraid to die, but he didn't want to. He and Rory had been married for almost two years now. Was this it? Would he live long enough to see his kids? He reached over and grabbed Rory's hand.
"I want you with me the whole time," he said.
"I will," Rory said.
[Rory]
Rory waited outside while Dean talked to Dr. Thomas while tears flowed down her face. She couldn't believe what was happening. How could Dean die? He was so young. He had so much to live for.
"Are you ready?" Dean asked, coming out of the room.
Rory nodded and walked hand-in-hand with him out to the car. She didn't want him to see her like this. He had enough to deal with already.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"I should be asking you that question," Rory responded.
"Medium."
"Same."
They spent the car ride in silence. Rory started cooking when she got home and washed her face. But, that didn't help. She started crying all over again.
"Rory, you're not okay," Dean said. "I can tell."
Rory couldn't take it anymore. She lost it completely.
"OF COURSE I'M NOT OKAY!" She yelled, walking into the living room. "YOU'RE DYING! IN THE NEXT FEW WEEKS THIS IS GOING TO TURN INTO A HOUSE OF HORRORS! WE HAVE A KID ON THE WAY AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE THERE TO HELP ME TAKE CARE OF THEM! THEN, THEY'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED AND AFTER THAT MY MOTHER'S GOING TO DIE! I'M GOING TO BE ALL ALONE! WHO'S GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME, DEAN? WHO'S GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME WHEN I'M DYING?"
Rory looked at Dean's face. Tears were forming in his eyes. I can't believe I just said that, she thought. He didn't need that. Rory broke down and cried.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed.
Dean walked over and wrapped his arms around her and started crying as well. Rory's tears seeped into his shirt. Dean's chin was on her head and his tears slipped into her hair.
"I'm sorry," she said again. "I'm just scared."
"I know," he sobbed. "I know. I'm scared, too."
The two of them continued to sob and clung to each other. That was totally out of line, Rory thought. I shouldn't have done that. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him, but she had to take advantage of the time she had left with him.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I know that was totally random and it was totally OOC for Rory, but my grandma did it when my grandpa was dying and they did that in And Then there was one. My health teacher said it was a normal thing to do. Anyways, I hope this was okay. Chapter 15 is coming soon.
