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Recap: Tell him, tell him, I've got to tell him, no matter what he feels, I have to tell him… Cho thought. She knew, she could likely to kill this thought as she woke up tomorrow morning, but these thought comforted her, maybe just for a little while, it comforted her.

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~Chapter Seven: What Should I Do~

Cho was absolutely right, she woke up next morning and killed her thoughts from the pervious night completely. Why would she do such a stupid thing like that?

The day went pretty fast and smooth. Not too good, not too bad. She finished off the taxes and went home. She took a shower, ate some bread she found in her refrigerator, and that was her dinner.

She was dead tired, but she couldn't sleep. She hated it when it happened. Her mind was fully occupied by Harry, the mysterious night, the hug. They were wrong, but they buried deep in her heart. She still remembered when Harry asked her to the Yule Ball, a blushing little boy; the unforgettable smile he had when her first he saw her at the Quidditch pitch…

Again, her world went black…

Friday morning, she alarm started beeping. Cho reached out and turned it off, she couldn't get up, she felt so weak, her head erupted in pain. She struggled to get up, the world was spinning. She fell back to the wall, closed her eyes, waiting for the vertigo to leave.

Finally, she stood up straight. She wrote a not to her boss, saying that she couldn't make it. She tied to her owl, and it flew out. She shouldn't do this, having an owl flying across London at morning would make the muggles suspicious. But she couldn't worry about so many things all together. What's wrong with me? She thought.

After all, she decided to go see a doctor. She got dressed and went to her family doctor, Dr. Whitelaw. He wasn't just a MD, but a specialist of the nervous system.

"So, you've been experiencing headaches and vertigos, right?" He asked, to make sure."

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"More than a month, about."

"Alright, lets get you through some tests."

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Three days later, Cho went to get her test results. As she walked in, Mrs. Colvin, the receptionist, suddenly cast a sympathetic look on her face, "Please take a sit, Miss Chang, he'll be right here with you."

Cho sat down, from the way Mrs. Colvin said it, she knew it wouldn't be a very good news, she wasn't scared, but somewhat disappointed.

He called her in, "Hello, Miss Chang, please take a seat." she sat down. "Well, I do have new for you, but I'm afraid that they aren't very great."

"What is it?" She asked, as calm as a usual.

"You have a brain tumour, growing. I wish I had better news for you." There was a long silence, Dr. Whitelaw gave Cho time to process what he had just told her. Then, he started again, "It's too big for the gamma knife to cut it; radiation couldn't help by now, if you come two or three weeks earlier, maybe; and chemotherapy might help, but…"

"What percent is the curative ratio?" Cho asked.

"10 percent." He answered.

Cho nodded, "I see." she didn't want to do it. She knew exactly, what chemotherapy could do to her. She thought it was not worth trying. "How long do I have?"

"Well, it depends, but generally, three to six months."

She nodded, "Do I need to be in the hospital?" Cho sighed and asked.

"Not that if you don't want to, but you shouldn't be so tired. If you don't mind, are you still living with your parents?" He questioned.

"No, I live by myself now."

"Then you need a nurse."

"I'll think about it. Would you mind telling me how it will end?"

"Well, after a month, the head aches will leave you, then, you will want to sleep a lot. After that, you'll have trouble focusing balancing and with speech. Eventually, you'll slip into a coma, your lungs will be filled with fluid, then, it all ends." He finished, not wanting to look up. He had patients in the same situation as Cho before, but none of them accepted the fact like she did. It somewhat made him scared, he would rather have her scream, or cry, or whatever, than stay as clam as a normal person could possibly be.

"Thank you."

"I wish I had better news for you, I'm sorry." He said again.

Cho gave a sour smiled, "It's alright."

"Do you want me to call you parents? Or you want to tell them yourself?" He asked.

"I'll tell them. Can I still go to work?"

"I recommend you not, it will help the tumour to grow faster. But if you really want to, you still can. It's shouldn't be me, who tell you this, but… have some fun, do something you really want to do, make no regrets when you look back."

Cho smiled a gain. "Thank you, I will."

"Well, good bye." Dr. Whitelaw stood up.

"Bye." She left. Dr. Whitelaw walked out.

"How did she take it?" Mrs. Colvin asked.

"I have never saw a patient took it the way she did, and she's only what? Twenty three?"

Mrs. Colvin sighed, "Good people always have a short life. A girl like her… where are her parents?"

"They never cared." Dr. Whitelaw hissed. It wasn't true, her parents did care for her. It was just that they had a different standard of what's important and what's not. They should take this news seriously, but what if they wouldn't even find out.

Cho went home and sat in her study. She looked back on her life, she didn't regret anything, at least, she thought that way. Because of her parents, she learned piano, violin, and a lot of muggle studies. Her mother said, "Someday, you'll find these things useful." She hadn't got a time to use them yet, and she would be gone. Suddenly, she felt so lonely, there were so many things that she wanted to do but hadn't got a chance. She wanted to go travel, to Paris, to Sydney, to Tokyo, to Vienna, to Rome, to… but she hadn't got time anymore. She wanted to love, to stay with her prince… She wanted to have children, play with them, teach them, watch them grow… There things she couldn't do anymore, she did not have time.

Then, she thought about her parents. Do I want to spend my last days with them? She asked herself. She wasn't sure, she should, but did she really what to? Who do I want to be with then? She asked again. This time, the answer much quicker. Harry Potter…

I can't tell him, I can't till him! She thought. She had been taught to be like this, "Never tell a boy that you love him." Even she saw her friends did it all the time, she kept her old theory.

Then, another voice came to her. Do something you really want to, leave no regrets. "Leave no regrets, leave no regrets." she muttered to herself. She knew, if she would never tell him, she would regret it, but even if she would tell him, she would likely regret it, also. She was so confused. What should I do…

A/N: Isn't that interesting? *Sob*, will she really die? Will magic cure her? Will she tell Harry… If you want to know, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks.