Fatalism by LK Collins

Author:LK Collins [Collins, LK]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

“Babe, will you please eat something?”

I shook my head. I didn’t feel like eating. I had been a ball of anxiety all weekend. What had started out with so much potential soon turned out to be so hard. Vivian was still sedated, and they planned to keep her that way until she was strong enough for surgery. She needed a stent placed in one of her arteries. All of the tests had confirmed that she had stage four lung cancer, thus complicating the entire process.

“Please, you have barely eaten anything for two days. I don’t want you getting sick because you’re famished.”

I knew Vincent was only trying to help. I pushed my spoon around my wonton soup and took a small sip of the broth. It tasted bland and I just didn’t have an appetite.

“I won’t get sick from lack of food, or famished, as you like to call it. If you force me eat this, then yes, I might get sick.”

The guilt I felt for Vivian was horrible. I had turned my back on her three years ago, and now stood in limbo waiting for her to improve. Worst of all, there was nothing that I could do to control the situation, and that was a hard pill for me to swallow. Normally, I would take charge and handle things, but in this case, all anyone could do was sit back and wait. Vivian needed time for her body to get strong and that’s what we gave her.

“Fine. If you won’t eat your soup, is there anything else that sounds appealing?”

“I guess I could go for some ice cream.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Ice cream is better than nothing. Do you want to get out and walk to the ice cream shop? Some fresh air may do you well and help to clear your mind.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice. I feel like we’ve been sitting in the hospital all weekend.”

I was on the floor nestled next to the coffee table leaning against the couch. I much preferred to sit down here. It was more comfortable to eat here than in the formal dining room. Poor Vincent couldn’t fold his legs up enough to get comfortable on the floor. I guess when you’re over six feet tall you have to think about those things. He reached for my hand, linking our fingers together and helped me up.

We walked outside, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The sun was hot on my skin, warming me from the inside. We cut through the street and onto a gravel path that led us towards the entrance of his neighborhood. Down a block from there was a small strip mall with an ice cream shop.

Vincent had been overly supportive these last two days and spent every moment with me at the hospital. He was patient and made sure Bridgette and I had whatever we needed. He was a huge help in keeping up to date with the nurses and doctors on Vivian’s progress.

“Thank you for spending the weekend with me at the hospital.

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