Underestimating Abby
Mr. Hans tipped his glasses up the bridge of his nose, eyes focused to the clip board he held.
"We'll see, Abby." he muttered, tension strangling his voice as he loosened the tie that hugged his neck like a snake constricting it's food, "Cancer isn't something you can kick under the bed and ignore. I hope you realize that."
I averted my eyes to the beige hospital gown I was dressed in, tied loosely in the back and abrasing my sides.
Mr. Hans began to sign the bright yellow slip that would help me get my advanced medication, his gaze pasted to the paperwork as I played with the scraps of my gown.
"Why the sudden change in mind?" he murmured, "Just a week ago you were saying you rather die than take the treatment."
I slowly lifted my eyes up to him before murmuring, "I met someone."
That caught his attention. His face fell grave as he looked up, meeting my gaze.
I ran my hand up and down the length of my arm before whispering, "I think they can change my life."
"We'll see, Abby." he muttered, tension strangling his voice as he loosened the tie that hugged his neck like a snake constricting it's food, "Cancer isn't something you can kick under the bed and ignore. I hope you realize that."
I averted my eyes to the beige hospital gown I was dressed in, tied loosely in the back and abrasing my sides.
Mr. Hans began to sign the bright yellow slip that would help me get my advanced medication, his gaze pasted to the paperwork as I played with the scraps of my gown.
"Why the sudden change in mind?" he murmured, "Just a week ago you were saying you rather die than take the treatment."
I slowly lifted my eyes up to him before murmuring, "I met someone."
That caught his attention. His face fell grave as he looked up, meeting my gaze.
I ran my hand up and down the length of my arm before whispering, "I think they can change my life."