Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters. No matter how I wish I
do, I don't. Grrr. Author's Notes: I-had sum complaints bout my 1st chappie being 2 short. I'm
really sorry *sniff* so I'll try n make it longer. Okay?
Fear and Courage Chapter 2
A throbbing pain in her right breast interrupted Tifa's memories, a shooting pain which came every couple of minutes. This had occurred for a couple of days now, but every time it happened she didn't think too much of it. But this time she'd had enough. She walked over to her wireless phone and picked it up. She dialled a number, and held it to her ear. "Hello?" Tifa started. "Yes, I would like an appointment with Doctor Mason as soon
as possible, please. Any sooner? Tomorrow? Ten thirty. Great. Thank you very much, bye now." She placed the phone on the table. She put the worries
of what it could be out of her mind at went upstairs to bed.
The next day, she was sat in the waiting room of the private clinic, her mind racing, she couldn't take the waiting. Several minutes later, Dr Mason
came out of her room and called Tifa into it. Tifa approached her room
slowly and shut the door carefully behind her. "Have a seat Miss Lockheart." Tifa did as she was told. "Now Tifa, I understand you have a strange pain coming from your left breast. May I?" Tifa nodded her head. It needed to be done, or she would not find out what it was, so she removed
her T-shirt and let the doctor examine and scan the area, which was now swollen. The lump was the size of a marble. After the scan, Dr Mason said, "Okay Tifa, you can put your shirt back on now. If you could wait in the Waiting room for a few minutes, I can give you the results of the test."
Tifa was amazed. A few minutes? That's all? So Tifa exited the room and
waited.
Tifa sat in anticipation, thinking the worst. A part of Tifa was dying to hear the news, but the other part of her didn't want to know, in case it
was bad. A voice interrupted her thoughts. "Miss Lockheart?" Her head snapped up in response to her name. "Would you like to come though?" Tifa
nodded and walked back into Dr Mason's room.
"Hello again, Tifa," Dr Mason greeted her, "Please sit down." That's not good, Tifa thought. Uh oh. She took a seat in front of the doctor's desk and fidgeted in her chair. Her eyes darted around the room and her hands
were shaking. "Tifa," Tifa's eyes were full of fear, Dr Mason could see that. She had a look of sorrow in her eyes that Tifa didn't like. "Tifa, I had bad news for you, I'm afraid." Oh no. It is isn't it? Oh my God. "You have cancer. A strange form of cancer, actually. You see, the tumour here," She pointed to Tifa's bosom, "Contains Jenova cells. I have only had two
other patients with this kind of cancer. One died within two weeks, the other within five years. This scanner tells me that you will have only a
week to live. This tumour will increase in size over the next couple of days. By the end of this week, the tumour will explode. And when it does." She didn't need to finish that. Tifa would die; she knew all too well. The worst has come true. She was going to die. Sooner than expected. A week?
But her brain sparked an idea. "But wait, surely with the technology we have today, I can have an operation? To remove it?" Tifa's face returned to the melancholic expressions from just a few minutes ago when Dr Mason shook her head. "I'm sorry, but if we go near it with any surgical equipment, it could pop." Oh yeah, that's right. Tifa sighed. "Well, thank you Doctor,"
Tifa shook her hand and walked out of the doctor's office, shutting the
door behind her.
Well, whaddya think? Anyone who laughs at Tifa's condition now, I will come after you with a big stick. Please, it isn't funny! Tifa has a brainwave in
the next chappie, which leads to something not really original. Can you
guess what it is at all? O well, next chapter soon. Cheers! Sally xxx
do, I don't. Grrr. Author's Notes: I-had sum complaints bout my 1st chappie being 2 short. I'm
really sorry *sniff* so I'll try n make it longer. Okay?
Fear and Courage Chapter 2
A throbbing pain in her right breast interrupted Tifa's memories, a shooting pain which came every couple of minutes. This had occurred for a couple of days now, but every time it happened she didn't think too much of it. But this time she'd had enough. She walked over to her wireless phone and picked it up. She dialled a number, and held it to her ear. "Hello?" Tifa started. "Yes, I would like an appointment with Doctor Mason as soon
as possible, please. Any sooner? Tomorrow? Ten thirty. Great. Thank you very much, bye now." She placed the phone on the table. She put the worries
of what it could be out of her mind at went upstairs to bed.
The next day, she was sat in the waiting room of the private clinic, her mind racing, she couldn't take the waiting. Several minutes later, Dr Mason
came out of her room and called Tifa into it. Tifa approached her room
slowly and shut the door carefully behind her. "Have a seat Miss Lockheart." Tifa did as she was told. "Now Tifa, I understand you have a strange pain coming from your left breast. May I?" Tifa nodded her head. It needed to be done, or she would not find out what it was, so she removed
her T-shirt and let the doctor examine and scan the area, which was now swollen. The lump was the size of a marble. After the scan, Dr Mason said, "Okay Tifa, you can put your shirt back on now. If you could wait in the Waiting room for a few minutes, I can give you the results of the test."
Tifa was amazed. A few minutes? That's all? So Tifa exited the room and
waited.
Tifa sat in anticipation, thinking the worst. A part of Tifa was dying to hear the news, but the other part of her didn't want to know, in case it
was bad. A voice interrupted her thoughts. "Miss Lockheart?" Her head snapped up in response to her name. "Would you like to come though?" Tifa
nodded and walked back into Dr Mason's room.
"Hello again, Tifa," Dr Mason greeted her, "Please sit down." That's not good, Tifa thought. Uh oh. She took a seat in front of the doctor's desk and fidgeted in her chair. Her eyes darted around the room and her hands
were shaking. "Tifa," Tifa's eyes were full of fear, Dr Mason could see that. She had a look of sorrow in her eyes that Tifa didn't like. "Tifa, I had bad news for you, I'm afraid." Oh no. It is isn't it? Oh my God. "You have cancer. A strange form of cancer, actually. You see, the tumour here," She pointed to Tifa's bosom, "Contains Jenova cells. I have only had two
other patients with this kind of cancer. One died within two weeks, the other within five years. This scanner tells me that you will have only a
week to live. This tumour will increase in size over the next couple of days. By the end of this week, the tumour will explode. And when it does." She didn't need to finish that. Tifa would die; she knew all too well. The worst has come true. She was going to die. Sooner than expected. A week?
But her brain sparked an idea. "But wait, surely with the technology we have today, I can have an operation? To remove it?" Tifa's face returned to the melancholic expressions from just a few minutes ago when Dr Mason shook her head. "I'm sorry, but if we go near it with any surgical equipment, it could pop." Oh yeah, that's right. Tifa sighed. "Well, thank you Doctor,"
Tifa shook her hand and walked out of the doctor's office, shutting the
door behind her.
Well, whaddya think? Anyone who laughs at Tifa's condition now, I will come after you with a big stick. Please, it isn't funny! Tifa has a brainwave in
the next chappie, which leads to something not really original. Can you
guess what it is at all? O well, next chapter soon. Cheers! Sally xxx