Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill. I am not making any money. Yup.
Author's Notes: Long wait for the update, but I've got two new parts! Woo!
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(Once upon a time…)
James held the door open for Mary and she slowly stepped into the house. He closed the door, and when he looked back at her she was gazing around the kitchen, like she was trying to find some comfort in their familiar life. She brushed her fingers against the leathery, stretched red patch on her cheek.
"We believe Mary is afflicted with a severe case of scleroderma."
She turned to him, and the look on her face was so vague. He could tell she was trying not to break down. He wanted to say something to her, but could think of nothing. He smiled instead, hoping it was encouraging. He moved behind her and helped her out of her jacket.
"It's rare at her age."
He hung their coats on the rack on the wall and turned back to her. There was still nothing to say. She looked up at the ceiling or God or maybe nothing. He took a step forward to embrace her just as she took a step forward to the floating cabinets.
"It's affecting her esophagus, which is why she has trouble breathing."
She opened one of them and took out a glass, then moved over to the sink. She filled it halfway, hand trembling. She raised it to her lips, but her hand still shook and the glass fell, shattering on the floor.
"We believe that over time it will progress into her lungs."
She buried her face in her hands and he stepped forward again, putting his arms around her. She remained still for a moment before breaking away and heading to their bedroom, stumbling once.
"We've actually never seen an instance of scleroderma quite like this."
James gathered up the shattered pieces and soaked up the water with a dozen paper towels. He opened the cabinet and picked another glass.
"On Monday we'll start her treatment."
He held the glass under the tap and turned on the water. He stared out the window above the sink. The liquid rose, quarter full, half full, to the top, and then overflowed, trickles of ice sliding over his hand. It shook him back to the present and he turned off the faucet.
"Overall, we think she has a good chance."
James brought the glass to their bedroom. Mary was curled up on the bed, crying.
He held her all night.
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Woe... I dunno if Mary really had scleroderma. It's a theory anyway.