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Thomas

After making sure that Devyn was admitted into a room, I hurried through the hospital towards the direction of Doc's room. My heart pounded unevenly against my chest as I dreaded what I was about to here. He hadn't sounded all that cheery on the phone and I didn't have to see him to know that bad news was awaiting me.

My shoes squeaked noisily against the surface of the smooth and tiled floors. I wanted to calm myself but the worry that filled me was too much to suppress. Finally, Doc's nameplate could be seen and I hurried into the room, shutting the wooden door loudly behind me.

The sound of the slam caused Doc to turn around, concern imprinted across his face.

"You're finally here," he said, sounding both relieved and upset.

"Yes I am," I muttered, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I met his gaze.

"You should probably sit down for this Tom."

"I don't think I want to," I cut him off sharply. "Don't beat around the bush Raymond, just get to it. Will you?"

Sighing, Doc ran a hand through his blonde hair, his expression turning wary. He knew better than to go against me when I used his first name clearly indicating the mood I was in.

"Results came in from your previous tests and they weren't all that good."

"I managed to figure that out by myself. What's the real problem?"

Sighing once again, Doc sat down on his chair, dropping his face to his hands as he whispered in a rush, "I warned you. Your high levels of blood pressure and stress, as well as cholestorol wouldn't help you at all - medically speaking. And now you're..."

My lips went dry as I opened them, provoking the answer out of him. "I am...?"

"You're chances of getting heart attacks and coronary embolisms have increased. Tom...you have heart disease. And it doesn't look all that good."

Smiling wryly, I said, "So I'm going to die?"

"Of course not! Treatments could be taken but-"

"I'll die anyways," I interrupted. Pausing, I turned to Doc with a smile on my face, saying, "Thanks for calling me. It's just what I wanted to hear."

But as I left the room in an abrupt manner, I knew it wasn't. Just when I'd thought my life was taking a turn for the better, I was diagnosed with a disease. Just when I'd given up my hopes of death, one came bouncing my way.

Life was so screwed up now.

I might as well give myself to what was going to come.

The End

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