Chapter 2: False Hope
"Please Judy, you've got to listen to me!" Nick pleaded. "If you get treatment, you may be able to pull through this! It'll at least give you more time!"
"I already told you, no. It will only make things worse." She responded.
Tears started running down his face, as he started to speak, his voice filled with sadness. "Please Judy, I'm begging you! I don't want to lose you, like I lost her…" He started crying harder, as he thought of his mother...
"Nick…" Judy started, tears running through her fur. "You've got to understand. If I get treatment, it won't work. It may even shorten the amount of time I have left..."
"Not always! It works sometimes! Please Judy…" He started weeping like a baby, unable to hold back his tears anymore.
"Nick, listen to me, you've got to understand, not all species are the same. Bunnies are very fragile, and we can't stand harsh treatments like radiation or chemotherapy. They often do more harm than good. I've seen the effects of it, and I'm go through that. I'm so sorry, Nick… I wish there was something we could do, but… there isn't."
Nick ran over to her and embraced her in his arms. "I can't believe this… oh god…" he said between sobs.
"Well… maybe the doctor was wrong!" Judy suggested, "I mean, they've been wrong before! He may have misdiagnosed me!"
Nick sniffled, "M-maybe you're right…" he murmured, with a small smile of hope appearing on his face, but as much as he could hope for the best, he knew this would likely not be the case. He saw Judy put her paw over her mouth, and rush to the bathroom, where she vomited violently. While she was taking care of her business, Nick thought to himself: Calm down, Wilde. You never know, things may get better from here. Unfortunately, he thought wrong. Things would only get much, much worse.