Drabble 20: Poison

"Your… um," Wilson muttered, staring at the face of an eleven-year-old girl. He cleared his throat and shifted those eyes up to the parents. "Your daughter has leukemia."

It seemed as though they were waiting for someone to jump out from behind a flowerpot and scream, "April Fools!"

"Will she live?" the mother asked, eyes wide.

Wilson tried a smile but he felt his throat tighten. "No one knows."

When they had left, James stood against the wall and cried into his hands. Sighing deeply, he knew he was due in room 163 within ten minutes to crush more dreams.

Fin.