The Final Goodbye

, her back bent, her fingers squeezing the pap

words written there – BRAIN C

g refused

erciless. And under it, the note tha

ressing it shut. She tried to breathe bu

not only the sickness eating her away

e she knew it, hot tears

e burden she was about to drop. She scrolled quickly, pressed Alex Spencer's n

ll con

ow, shaking, "I just came fr

ara, please, if it's one of those small sic

e that, he e

floor. She stared at the screen, her tears running freely now. She whis

e was lucky to have married the perfect ma

when they didn't

ppears shiny and unarguably attractive. But not when you're abl

ception about that car

through everything alone. He never cared what storm she was

erself. And now, even as death announced its arriva

weight of the world sat on her shoulders,

m, please, c

w. She looked up, startled. A young nurse in uniform

. "Dr. Spencer is around today. He's the best neuros

he knew who the nurse was talking about. She tr

urged, already lifting her gently to

or. Each step felt like punishment. Her chest was

of patients waited patiently, hope written on every face. The air carried tension and d

d open the door

-called perfect husband. He was finishing with a

eassurance, and the patient

up and his eyes

surprise, almost alarm. But within seconds, his e

as flat, cold. "What

ked back to his chair, and picked up a file as tho

words came. Her heart was br

elf, Alex spoke again, sharper th

nging your little iss

akened. She clutched the test resul

d placed it on the desk. "Doctor Spencer, this patient's condition is very

ient here is serious. If all of them deman

ed, taken aback

ose, hard and final. "Eno

ice. "If you want consultation, join the queue like every other

m fell

im in shock, her mout

She reached out, picked the paper

the bright corridor lights stabbed her eyes. Sh

nful. "If I need an appointment to see my own h

e. Her heart pounded, not just from the sicknes