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IMAGINE  YOURSELF...

     Humming to the song that was playing softly through the car speakers. You fingers tapped lightly to the beat against the steering wheel. You turned up the radio noticing how much you loved the song and sang the words outloud. The sun didn't shine directly in your eyes but shone just right. And you pulled the windows down so that you could feel the fresh air.

You were going to your doctor. Recently, you have been feeling ill. You've been getting out of breath faster, tired no matter how much sleep you got the night before, paler, horrible coughs, and an overall weariness. So, two weeks ago, you visited your doctor and told him about everything. He took blood, scanned you, and even more tests that didn't know how to pronounce. You were just waiting for the results. He had called you last night to tell you to come in today and you agreed. You hoped it was nothing serious or nothing at all but a thought in the back of your head kept pushing at you.

Why would he tell you to come in if you're okay?

But you always shoved that thought further back every time it came up. You wanted to stay positive. You would've asked your boyfriend of two years to come along but you noticed how busy he was and decided to talk to him about it later.

A small smile grew on your face as you thought of him.

He's been very stressed lately. His boss has been letting people off for the past few weeks and he was worried that he was going be next. But you thought that was impossible. He was one of the most hardworking people you know and his boss was really friendly towards you two. He was sort of like a father to you both so there was no way he was going to get fired. But your boyfriend still felt the stress.

Secretly, you loved it when he was stressed.

You found it cute when he would let out a long sigh and pull his head back. You also found it cute when he would pout while looking at his computer then he would look over at you for help. You would always help him, of course, to the best of your abilities. You weren't the best at his job but ever now and then you would do the one hinges that had him tripped out the most. Plus, when he's stressed, he would kiss you. A lot. You were like his stress relieving medicine.  Sometimes it would be a small peck and other times would be very passionate.

Either way, you were happy.

You pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and parked in the closes spot you could find. You got out of the small car and sighed remembering just how large the building was. It was like a labyrinth for the sick and you, being the clueless person you are, got lost every single time. It didn't matter when, you would always manage to take a wrong turn or go to the wrong floor. One time, you actually walked through the wrong door and saw a woman giving birth. Scarred. For. Life.

"Hello, (y/n)," the woman at the desk smiled. You were very familiar with everyone that worked there, mostly because your dad used to work there before he retired. You didn't know everyone, but you knew the older ones that had been working there for a while.

"Hi, Angie," you greeted while placing your purse on the counter. She looked back down at her computer, typed some stuff, then looked back up at you.  She placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her palms.

"What can I do for you, today?" You sighed while rebooting your train of thought.

"Oh, right, uh, I have an appointment...with Mr. Brown?" It came out more as a question which caused her to chuckle. She began to type again at her computer and you stood there. You watched anxiously hoping you didn't get the date mixed up. You were known to have done that in the past a few times.

"Yep, " you sighed with relief. "He'll be with you in just a moment." You smiled back at her as went to sit on a squishy chair.

For the first few moments, you just looked around at all the people that came in then left. There was an older man that walked in, he had a oxygen tank with him that had a tube that was connected to his nose. He smiled warmly at you and called you beautiful. Then a woman came in with her daughter. You wished that would be you one day, having either a son or daughter. That you could take to their appointments, squeeze their hand before a shot, and get them ice cream afterwords.

After that, you got bored and decided to check out some magazines. The magazines were always a week or two old so there wasn't that much new news, but the gossip still intrigued you. You also took a quiz on which one of the One Direction boys was 'your soul mate'. Apparently, you belong with (favorite member).

"Oh, miss (y/n)," the soft voice spoke that you knew very well. You looked up from the magazine to see Dr. Brown. He looked different than usual; he seemed to be more tired, his eyes were red, and there was a certain feel you got from him that wasn't right.

"Hi, Dr. Brown," you stood up and grabbed your purse. He smiled at you but his smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Right this way," he directed while walking down a hall. You followed not wanting to get lost for the millionth time and not wanting to be scarred for life again.

He opened a door and gestured for you to enter. You did and sat on the counter/medical table thingy. He closed the door behind him and grabbed the folder with your name on it. He leaned against the counter across from you and a frown resided on his face.

"What is it?" You asked feeling even more nervous. It wasn't supposed to be anything serious. You thought it was just a cold or maybe you were working too hard.

"Well," he looked through folder nervously. "We went through all the blood work and scans and, well, what we found wasn't very good." You nodded for him to go on ignoring the pit growing in your stomach.

"Yes?" You said anxious for hearing what was wrong with you.  He sighed and looked you straight in the eyes.

It was then that your realized that it was worse than you thought. You realized that it was not good what he was about to tell you and that this was going to take a lot more effort. You realized that you should've called your boyfriend  to come with you.

"(Y/n), you have cancer."