The Proposition 5: The Ferro Family by H.M. Ward

Author:H.M. Ward [Ward, H.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: New Adult Romance
Publisher: H.M. Ward Press
Published: 2014-08-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Bryan doesn’t want the doctors to look him over, so I invite them to camp out in his room until he reluctantly gives permission. I know he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, and doing this is enough to mess with his head horribly. The slightest glimmer of false hope will crush him.

The medical team is wearing street clothes, no scrubs or lab coats on any of the four doctors. The first man is young, maybe thirty with a goatee and a shaved head. There’s an older woman, an oncologist, with a clipboard. While the others speak, asking questions and conferring with one another, she scribbles constantly, saying nothing. When she first arrived, I thought she was their secretary. She nearly bit my head off for that mistake, but in regard to her work, the woman doesn’t talk. She just circles Bryan and jots things down. The third doctor is older, with frizzy white hair sticking off his skull and a quirky plaid shirt and stripe pants clothing combination. He looks like he escaped from the loony bin. They’ve been looking at him for an hour now, but it feels longer. Why does time seem to crawl by when things matter most? Under their inspection, my love is acting like a hurt little boy. I want to wrap my arms around him and throw them out, but this is his last chance, our last chance.

“But if there’s something they can do—”

Bryan’s jaw is locked. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and glares at me. “No one knows what I went through to get this diagnosis in the first place. Sitting here, repeating the process is unnecessary and cruel. I thought you’d understand that.”

“Different eyes might see different things.”

“Different eyes won’t miss the massive tumor in my head, Hallie.” His words are so pointed that my gaze drop to the floor. He softens. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m tired, so tired, and I want to spend what time I have left with you—not them.” He jabs his thumb at Dr. Plaid.

The old guy smiles. “We’re all half dead, Kid. It’s a matter of extending one’s life to make it as enjoyable as possible. Even if we can’t cure you, we can make sure the end is as good as it can be.”

Bryan’s sharp gaze cuts to the man. “Don’t patronize me. It’s easy to say that when there’s nothing wrong with you.”

The old guy laughs and points a tongue depressor at Bryan. “And that’s where you’re wrong, Kid. We don’t all go to group meetings or proudly wear our cancer card on our chests—though I think we should.”

“You have cancer?” Bryan asks, shocked.

The old guy nods. “Yes sir, and it’s gotten to the point that I don’t see patients anymore, but I owed your aunt a favor, so here I am. The best cancer doctor around, and I’m dying of the same damned disease I’ve spent my life curing. Allow my colleague to take

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