୨ৎ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒
“She’s getting much worse, Mr. Shelby.”
“Her tuberculosis is starting to spread throughout her body,” the doctor said, his old face wrinkled with concern and sympathy. The papers in front of him rustle as he looks through them. “It’s affecting her spine and kidneys now; it’s no longer isolated to her lungs.”
“...Will she live?”
Thomas whispered, his voice barely rising above the dull ticking of the wooden clock on the wall. The question was heavy on his mind. The dim light of the doctor’s office was blurring in his vision as tears brimmed in his eyes. He was already mourning the loss of his fiancée, his future wife. He was mourning the life they would never be able to live due to her diagnosis.
“It is unclear as of right now if she will survive…”
The older man hung his head low, his eyes heavy with sorrow for the couple.
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It took everything in Thomas's composure not to throw up as he exited the doctor's office. He felt sick to his stomach. His blurry gaze was trained on the marbled floor as he gradually walked down the sterile corridor to his fiancée’s hospital room. He wasn’t ready to see her in more pain, lying in her bed, slowly dying before his eyes.
The doctor’s words tormented his mind. Soft spoken words that felt like daggers to his heart.
He was going to lose her.
He was going to lose his future wife, the love of his life, the mother of his future children, all to this damn disease.
Thomas felt his heartbeat pounding against his skull, his fingers trembling with anxiety as his chest felt like it was being hollowed out from the inside. With a shaky sigh, he leaned against the tile wall and rubbed his forehead, trying to subdue the anguish in his head.
People in the hall stared as Thomas’s steps staggered in pace and placement. He was moving like a drunkard without even drinking anything.
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As he approached the door to her room, he paused outside, gazing through the glass. Thomas watched her lie in bed. Her frame was smaller and more frail compared to when she was first emitted. Her cheeks were hollow, her eyes were dull as she stared out the window.
Thomas swallowed the lump in his throat and opened the door, pacing over to her bedside, his footsteps ever so light.
“..Love,” he whispered; it seemed to be the loudest his voice would go.