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"Everything seems to be going good," George said answering Wilson's question.
Mary, Wilson, and George sat in the discussion room five days after the big announcement of Mary being sicker than any of them ever envisioned. George had called that night a few days ago, telling Mary that she should come in the next day for chemotherapy. Since then she has undergone three sessions of it.
All three of them were anxious as to how Mary would react to this treatment. She had done relatively well with the radiation, but not the best. And, as George had constantly warned them, this was a lot stronger and a lot damaging. So far, though, she was all right. As with the radiation, she was tired and nauseous- but other than that not too bad. They all had been relieved.
There were two chairs in front of Wilson's desk, but only one of them was being used. Mary sat sideways on Wilson's lap as he stroked her body with his strong hands. His arm constantly moved around her body to comfort her. He rubbed her side, hips, stomach, and shoulder, anything that was within reach of his arm. Her felt so bad that Mary had to go through all of this that he made sure that he went out of his way to soothe her and her aching body.
Mary lovingly leaned into his touch. As they continued to speak about the state of her health, she was continuing to get tired. She knew that she should be heading home soon and getting to bed. She refrained form verbalizing that concern, however, because Wilson was immersed in a deep conversation with George regarding her. It was much easier if he talked directly to him instead of Mary relaying everything that he said to her. She was happy that Wilson had offered to come and sit in on this appointment.
George, on the other hand, was much more observant than Wilson ever will be. "You should get her home now. You don't want anything happening to her." Panic instantly crossed Wilson's face. "I'm sure she's fine, but bring her home."
Wilson looked up at Mary to see if she was OK. "I'm tired," she finally admitted to him.
Wilson immediately stood, carefully taking Mary off of his lap, and took her hand. "Bye George," he said, and they were quickly out the door. Mary's well-being would always come first.
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At home that night, Mary really wasn't feeling well. She felt kind of strange, actually, but didn't mention it to Wilson. The last thing she needed was for Wilson to obsess over that for the next couple of days. The way she felt, though, reminded her of the way she felt when she was at church that Sunday she went to hear Lucy preach. She had felt weird then, too.
Mary lay in bed for the remainder of the night as she felt her energy draining. She already could tell that tomorrow was going to be a challenge. Wilson sat on the edge of the bed most of the time staring gat her. They hadn't really discussed Mary's cancer since she came home that now infamous afternoon, and him sitting there ogling her felt like pressure. She was aware that that was not his intent, but it didn't change the way it came across to her.
She closed her eyes a short while later to escape his prying gaze. She couldn't take him looking at her in that way anymore- sympathetic and fearful in almost a rude kind of way. Mary didn't mean to fall asleep, but she couldn't help herself. She was exhausted beyond belief.
When she awakened she knew that it was the middle of the night all of the lights were off, it was pitch black in the bedroom, and Wilson was at her side. Without any real thought, she rolled over and put her head on his shoulder. She moved again and placed it on his chest, trying to get comfortable. All of her moving had woken Wilson up in the process. He groggily opened his eyes and looked down at her.
"Are you OK?"
She nodded. "I'm getting up for a second. I'll be right back."
Mary slowly rolled out of bed and made her way to the door. Wilson sat up in the bed and watched her as she left. It was a good thing that he did, because as he looked on he saw Mary clutch the doorframe and stop moving. He couldn't see in the blackness, but this struck him as being odd- even for Mary.
"Mare?" he said and stood up to go over to her. He saw Mary lurch forward, leaning on the wall for support. He put his hand on her back and she breathed heavily a few times; he noticed her chest heaving much more than usual. Something bizarre was definitely going on. Her body weight shifted and she used his arm to sustain her vertical position. Wilson went to put his arm around her waist, and as he did she collapsed.
Luckily, he was able to catch her before she hit the ground. Wilson placed his hand on her clammy cheek and gently shook her face. "Mare? Mare?" he said in alarm. Wilson reached up and flipped the light switch on the wall. The room was illuminated and it took his eyes a while to adjust to the bright light. When they did, Mary lying lifelessly in his arms came into focus.
Wilson was more scared than he had ever been in his entire life when he reached up for the phone on the desk to the left of him. Cautiously, he dialed the numbers 9-1-1.
"My wife…she…she passed out. I don't think she's breathing." They said that they were on their way with an ambulance and Wilson hung up the phone, punching in the next number automatically. "George? Meet us at the hospital."
Wilson's heart was racing. This was all so surreal. Minutes later, he heard sirens in the distance. They came closer and closer, then knocked on the door. Wilson rested Mary's head softly on the floor and let the emergency personnel in. Two large men lifted Mary up, put her on a stretcher, and rolled her into the back of the ambulance sitting in the parking lot of the apartment complex. Morosely, Wilson got into his own car and followed behind the flashing lights.
I should have offered to go with her, he thought. She is alone in there. She hates to be alone. I promised I would never leave her. Tears fell down his cheeks. All he wanted was his wife back- his Mary.
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A/N: This is the shortest chapter in the history of short chapters. I am appalled that I have the guts to post this on here. And it's a cliffhanger. It doubly blows. And besides that the writing is awful. The concept is really lame. I could have done much better. Ah I am so mad at myself. Bad, bad, bad
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