That One Dreaded Word

"He's in good hands, I assure you." The nurse told me, trying to make me sit back in one of the waiting room chairs. I wasn't struggling or anything, I just wanted to be with him, like I said I would.

"Please." I looked up at her, trying to convince her to at least let me sit beside him.

"I'm sorry, but that can't be done. You will have to wait for at least half an hour." I nodded sadly, and watched her leave. I crossed my fingers, hoping that it would work. If this didn't work, then I don't know what's going to happen. I just hope, I pray. That it will work.

Thirty minutes were over, I looked at the clock, back at the white walls, then back at the clock again. I tapped my foot on the ground impatiently, needing to hold Kyle. Comfort him, I knew how terrified he was right now. But most of all, I was hoping that it worked, and that he'd be okay. Then I saw the nurse walking towards me. Please say he's okay. Please say he's okay.

"He's just being given medication for side effects, but he'll be through soon. But you'll both get the news of whether it worked later. The radiologist is checking him over as we speak.

"Okay. How long will that take?" I asked, getting anxious to see him.

"Just a few minutes." She smiled, letting me know he was okay. I sighed, relieved to know that he's okay. Then she left, and went back into the radio room. I lay back against the chair, looking at the pair of black converse on my feet. My arms rested on the arm rests, and I closed my eyes, thinking of seeing him again. I guess that I had fallen into my own thoughts for a couple of minutes, because I heard footsteps coming back. I opened my eyes, and saw Kyle. He smiled at me sleepily, and sat down beside me.

"How did it go?" I asked, gently squeezing his hand. He nodded slightly, leaning against me and closing his eyes.

"Tired?" I asked. Which received another nod. I smiled, and kissed his forehead. "Try to stay awake for a bit longer. Okay?" He nodded again. I hoped the doctors would be here soon, I wanted him to be awake to hear what they say. It's definitely better than me trying to tell him on the bus. And as if on cue, the doctor came in.

"I have some good news." He smiled. I looked up at him, feeling sparks of excitement inside me. "The therapy has worked, but we have discovered a that there's quite a lot of quickly spreading cells. So we're going to add chemotherapy. To make sure that they're all getting weakened." I nodded, happy that he's going to be okay.

He smiled slightly as well, and kept close to me.

I smiled, and kissed his forehead. I love him so much, in a way that words can't describe. And I'm beyond happy to know that I can't lose him. I'm never going to let that dreaded word take him away from me. It can try as much as it wants. But it's already lost, because I'm never letting go of my grip. Never.