When I Was Yours by Samantha Towle

Author:Samantha Towle [Towle, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Samantha Towle Writes
Published: 2015-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

Dad is pacing the waiting room in the ER when we arrive.

“Hey.” I hug him. “How is she doing?”

“She’s having a scan done at the moment,” he tells me, releasing me. “She was conscious and talking when they took her through. I’m just waiting for the doctor to come and tell me what’s happening.” Dad turns to Adam, acknowledging him, “Adam.”

“Sir, I’m really sorry to hear about Casey.”

“Call me Mick, please.” My dad gives him a weak smile. “And thank you. And thanks for getting Evie here so quickly.”

“No problem.”

“Dad…” I catch his attention. “Is it…back?”

He knows what I’m asking. His eyes lower. “I don’t know, honey.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

Adam reaches over and squeezes my hand. I step back into him, really needing the safety and warmth that only he can give me. He puts his arms around my stomach, and presses his lips to my hair.

“Do either of you want anything?” Adam asks.

Both Dad and I say, “No.”

Then, we fall into this quiet silence. We’re all just standing there, lost in our thoughts, waiting for news on Casey, while we’re surrounded by other people waiting on news of their loved ones, too.

Fortunately, we don’t have to wait too long.

“Casey Taylor’s family?”

We all turn at the same time. The doctor looks to be fortyish and is on the wrong side of hair loss but is faithfully clinging to what he has left.

“I’m Dr. Prestwich,” he says, addressing us as a group. “I’m the doctor who has been treating Casey since she arrived here.”

“I’m Casey’s dad, Mick.” My dad reaches over and shakes his hand. “And this is my eldest daughter, Evie, and her boyfriend, Adam.”

The doctor nods at us as a greeting.

“Right. Well, as I said, I’ve been treating Casey. She was taken down for a scan not too long ago, and while she was there, I familiarized myself with her history.” He looks down at the folder he had tucked under his arm. “Now, Casey was diagnosed with an ependymoma, grade two, brain tumor a year and a half ago. She received surgery and radiation therapy, which she finished just under a year ago, and the treatment was successful.”

“That’s correct,” my dad says.

“She’s been fine since? No signs of any recurring symptoms—headaches, tiredness, slurred speech, random bouts of vomiting?”

“No. She’s been fine, like she used to be before the tumor. I mean, she’s had a touch of the flu recently, but that’s it. Today, she was complaining of feeling a bit tired, but I put it down to all the Christmas excitement. She was talking to me while I was wrapping Evie’s present. Then, just out of nowhere, she just fell to the floor and started…started having a fit.”

Dad’s eyes glaze with tears. Hearing his words and seeing the tears in his eyes bring tears back to my own. I have to look away and bite my lip to stop from crying.

Adam’s arm comes around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. He presses his lips to my temple.

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