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Chapter 7

Three days later:

Kenna's POV

The past three days have gone by so quickly that I can't even believe it.

I did nothing much in these three days other than worry about my biopsy reports, eat, worry some more, read, worry a little more, breathe, and worry even more.

Yes, I kept doing that for three days straight.

Last night, Dr. Hart rang in to inform us that my biopsy reports would be out by tomorrow morning, and we'd look at them together. The three of us.

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Mom and I are now on our way to Travenford, and I can feel the nervousness in the air.

It is so damn contagious.

I keep talking nonsense to avoid the silence, and mom keeps up with my madness by mumbling something we both don't understand. But that's okay because I didn't want the atmosphere to be silent.

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Once into Dr. Hart's cabin, nervously perched on our designated seats, mom and I wait for Tyler as he goes to fetch my biopsy reports.

I'm such a nervous wreck, and mom's worse than me.

Dr. Hart said he'd be back in less than five minutes, but it feels like it's been hours since he's been gone.

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After what feels like ages, Dr. Hart walks in with a thick folder in his hands.

He makes his way to his chair and sits down lightly. He places the folder on the desk and begins unwinding it like he has all the time in the world.

Well, I probably didn't.

He looks at the papers, and I try to peer over and steal a glance, but I fail to do so as he flicks the pages and looks in confusion.

When he makes it to the last page, he looks up at the air above him as if finding the words to speak.

He clears his throat and says, "Well, your reports are here and, um."

I could feel my heartbeat slowing down.

This is it, I thought. The moment of truth.

Whatever it said would be the truth. This test is surely accurate, and there's no turning back.

"Well, the biopsy shows positive results for Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia. And it's on the second level. If it isn't treated immediately, then there are fewer chances of survival", he says in a calm manner.

I freeze, and so does mom. I couldn't say a word or anything.

I just keep blinking my eyes and looking at him.

How is he so calm? Probably because it doesn't even affect him. I'm just another patient whose case he's looked into. He's probably used to it because it's his profession.

Mom begins sobbing. She places her head in her hands and sobs.

I look at Dr. Hart; he seems pretty upset. He looks up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

"Miss Joy", he says to mom.

She looks up at him and roughly wipes her tears away. She nods in response.

"Can we start treatment tomorrow? I assure you, it will be over even before you realize it. I promise you, Miss Joy and Kenna, that your lives will be back to normal even before you know it. I just need you to trust me on this one", he says confidently.