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Chapter two. Trouble ahead

Olivia walked down the cold city streets as the wind whipped her hair softly up and around her face. It was a bittersweet moment as Noah extended his small arm up to meet hers. They walked slowly and Noah giggled a sweet innocent laugh. Despite all this Olivia couldn't shake the ache of worry that had freshly planted itself in the back of her mind. As she looked down at this sweet, beautiful child she wondered to herself if she would be there to see him grow up and this felling made her want to cry.

For a few weeks Olivia had put her memory loss down to stress or lack of sleep and at first nobody had really noticed, but in truth Olivia had never felt better and as others started to suspect something she had realised she needed to take action. Little mistakes had turned in to big ones and she knew that her next error could have disastrous consequences for a victim. So with this knowledge she had booked a doctors appointment. Nobody knew about her worries. She was too scared to admit that anything was wrong. Her biggest fears were for the future of her baby boy and that is why she was taking him with her today. That and the fact that Lucy had called in sick.

The small family walked along in the cool air of the ending fall. Leaves were scattered at their feet and New York looked almost picturesque. As the walked along Noah would kick his little boots into the leaves that had fallen and as the colours swirled around him Olivia would gasp and smile at him. She was almost sad that there walk was over as she reached the small but neat looking doctors surgery.

Olivia pushed open the door and sat down, bouncing Noah on her lap gently. She was nervous as she rarely visited her doctor and the last time she had seen the man was to checkup on her injuries after Lewis had attacked her. That was almost 18 months ago and Olivia was a different person now. She was dragged from her thoughts as the receptionist called her through. She was led into a bright airy office and her doctor smiled warmly as she arrived. She sat Noah at a children's desk in the corner and in seconds he was oblivious to his surroundings as he stared at the toy cars.

Sitting down her doctor went through the routine question, before getting on to the real matter. Olivia spoke quickly as if afraid of admitting anything. She told him of the memory loss. How she was forgetting small things that had only happened recently. She also told him of how she wasn't under any stress and how she was sleeping well. At this knowledge the doctor frowned. He asked if she had been experiencing any headaches, dizziness, or nausea and when she answered no he frowned harder.

"Miss Benson." He started "I am going to ask you to remember three items. Then I am going to ask you a series of questions before asking you to repeat back to me the three items I stated at the start. Okay?"

Olivia just nodded, she had seen this kind of test a hundred times over.

"I need you to remember these three things. Clock, pillow, and sunglasses." He reeled

Olivia nodded again. It seemed simple enough. For the next five minutes her doctor asked her some basic questions. Her date of birth, her mothers full name, her address, when she first became sergeant. All very basic questions that she answered easily. Then he asked her to repeat back to her the three items he had said at the start. Olivia frowned suddenly.

"Erm... Wow... This is more difficult than it seemed." She breathed " Right one was... One was glasses? The other was car I think, and I can't remember the last one."

The doctor smiled at her from over his glasses but it was a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and suddenly Olivia feared the worst.

"Olivia I think we need to send you for a few tests." He sighed "just to get to the bottom of the matter."

Olivia stared at him with wide eyes and a racing heart.

"Tests?" She whispered.

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Olivia shook as she picked up Noah. She grasped him tightly in fear that he might disappear and slip through her fingers. His touch calmed her, brought her away from her thoughts and into the present. She thanked her doctor who had referred her for an MRI scan as well as a few other regulation exams. She walked away from the surgery and back out onto the streets of New York following the signs that led her home as if she was on autopilot. No longer did the colourful leaves that Noah had played in earlier seem beautiful, but tragic. They had a different meaning now. A meaning that symbolised that all good must come to an end and that eventually everything dies.

Death was the one thing Olivia feared most. As a child and throughout most of her adult life, death scared her because it eliminated the chance of life getting better, but now that she had achieved the so called 'better' she feared death as it meant leaving her son alone again. He was only a child but it seemed as though he was destined for bad luck. Deep down Olivia knew that this destiny was the cause of her real fear.

She slipped through her apartment door and set both Noah and her keys down. He giggled softly to himself as his arms reached out towards a set of building blocks that had been strewn across the carpet. Olivia smiled at him. It was a sad smile. She felt as though she had aged considerably within the last five minutes. Which seemed fitting considering her future was in jeopardy. She braced her hands tightly on the work top at that thought and her breathing shallowed. She felt herself becoming nauseous and in that second she knew that if she didn't tell anybody, somebody, she was going to break. Her hand shook as she reached for the phone and dialled. Within seconds her call was answered.

"Nick." She whispered as her voice broke. "I... I think I'm dying."

Sorry it's been a while... This story is difficult to write to say the least. Anyway I hope you enjoyed and if you could drop a review that'd be great :)