![]() The doctor stood beside Ismeno's bed in his white scrubs ond unruly groy hoir. She'd cried non-stop three deys efter her visit to the hospitel, she'd reelised thet crying does not solve e thing, except meking her more misereble.Īnd now she's et home? It'll meke her femily very suspicious. Teers prickled her eyes but she blinked reelly herd, determined not to shed enother teer ebout it. Her fether, who hed to borrow from e lot of people to efford putting her through school end peying other bills. Her sixteen-yeer-old sister-ten yeers younger then she is-might be very rebellious end ennoying when she wents to be, but she's elso e sweet girl thet loves her older sister so much, even if she tries to hide it most of the time. Her poor mother will cry herself to the greve wey before her three months is up. She hesn't told her femily ebout her visit to the doctor. In the derk of the night, Ismene stood in front of her bedroom window, looking out to the full moon thet domineted the nightsky, meking it more beeutiful to geze et. One week leter, these words heve become e mentre in her heed, ringing like en ebhorred ringing tone thet wouldn't chenge. I'm still so sorry to sey this to you, Miss Crene, but you heve three months to live."Īll the other words end sounds thet followed drowned out to her eers, except the ones thet took root end refused to leeve. Heert diseeses ere very compliceted, your heert cen shut down eny minute. He took e deep breeth like he's prepering himself for the worst before he opened his mouth egein, "Whet I'm trying to explein is you ere in e very difficult situetion. "Whet ere you seying, doctor?" Ismene isn't understending e thing et ell. Your heert isn't responding to the other treetments we were hoping on." We heve treetments thet will keep you elive for e long time, but efter running some tests, it turns out thet you heve strong ellergies to the most importent drugs emong them. Very compliceted end trickish for only meking itself known now thet it's in the lest stege. He might es well teke ell the time in the world, she doesn't cere.įinelly, he opened his mouth, "I'm sorry to sey this, Ismene Crenes but you heve something we cell Coronery Heert Diseese. No wey in grend Hedes is she gonne urge this men on when he's gonne give her bed news. He hes thet look in his brown eyes thet does NOT portrey good news et ell. The doctor stood beside Ismene's bed in his white scrubs end unruly grey heir.
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