Vaudeville
Disclaimer - I own nothing.
Summary - This is just a short one shot fic on what Joyce was probably thinking and feeling while waiting for the results on whether or not she had cancer.
Rating - PG
Dedication - To my language arts teacher. You've improved me in more ways than one.
The hands of the clock ticked by at an extremely slow pace. Each second went by the slower than the on before it. The little, red second hand seemed to nearly stop. The white of the walls seemed to make them slowly come closer, drawing her into a little box. The dread of the diagnosis made everything slow down.
It seemed as though she had been waiting forever. Would it be good news, bad? She tried to convince herself that it was good news, and that's why it was taking so long. But the longer it took, the harder it became to even think straight. She tried to prepare herself for the worst.
As the seconds turned to minutes and the minutes to hours, she could feel all posibility slowly drain away. Surely if it was good news they wouldn't keep her in suspence? When the door finally opened, she felt like she had been waiting for hours. When in reality it had only been for a few short minutes. She sat in the uncomfortable chair, waiting for the doctor to announce her doom.
authors note- I hope you liked it. I won't be writing anymore on it those of you who watch the show know what the results were.