Amelia's POV

 I tapped my fingers impatiently on the polished desk with my legs crossed out in nervousness. I wondered what my fate would be. Would I be lucky this time?

I noticed the clock on the wall ticking, it was noon.

After a while, the door was opened and a man in a lab coat walked in with a report in his hand. I stood up curiously with a worried look on my face. I looked at the doctor with a glaze expression.

“Doctor Wilson! My voice called out.

He nodded, and his gaze was on me. “Mrs. Blackwell, I have received your report.”

“H…how is it? I asked, my voice shaky with fear.

The doctor adjusted his posture before he stepped into the office. 

“Am I pregnant? I asked.

My voice quivered with fear yet hope.

“Why don't we sit and talk about it, Mrs. Blackwell? He suggested, and he pointed to the chair beside me.

Now acutely of my curiosity, I nodded. My heartbeat raced with thoughts.

“Okay, doctor.”

I sat down. While the doctor sat down, my body became tense with anticipation.

“Doctor, what did you find out? Am I pregnant? My hand was pressed against the desk as I leaned forward.

I locked eyes with the doctor. I had a mix of desperation and anticipation. I tried to maintain composure.

After my miscarriage, my husband slipped away from me. It was obvious he no longer loved me. If I hadn't told him I was trying for another child, he would have completely stopped sleeping with me.

I recently found a ray of hope when I started feeling a throbbing headache, nausea, lightheadedness, and bloating. I know many people hated those symptoms, but it was different for me.

I gently rubbed my hand on my stomach, praying silently for a positive answer.

Pregnancy was my only hope of getting my husband back. I just needed the confirmation and my relationship would be blissful.

“I regret to inform you that you're not pregnant, Mrs. Blackwell.” The doctor said gently, breaking the unexpected news.

And just like that, my hopes crumbled. My voice was laced with disbelief. “What!! Why? 

I hit my hand on the desk and stood up angrily. My eyes glistened with tears. “No way!! It can't be.”

The doctor's demeanor remained composed. He has been the family doctor for a long time, so he has developed an understanding of their dynamics.

“But I have been having pregnancy symptoms,” I interjected with a wavering tone.

The doctor regarded me sympathetically as my words came out in a rush.

“I had a headache, I felt nauseous, lightheaded, weak and lately I gained a few pounds. I threw up whenever I ate.” I yelled, my disbelief still evident.

“About that, Mrs. Blackwell…he said and paused and looked at me. “You might want to sit.”

I sank back into the chair.

“The MRI scan indicated you are not pregnant. However, we found something else…”

“Doctor Wilson, enough of your beating around the bush. If you have anything to say, go ahead! I said in a frustrated tone.

His repeated emphasis on me not being pregnant despite my symptoms took away my patience. If I'm not pregnant, then what could it be?

“You have been confirmed to have a brain tumor.” He said and pushed the report lying in front of him towards me.

“W…what? I stuttered and I felt my stomach tighten.

“That must have been the reason for those symptoms.”

“What's a brain tumor? I didn't know what it was, but I knew it sounded like something deadly.

“It's a cancerous or noncancerous mass or growth of abnormal cells in the brain.”

My mouth dropped. “Brain tumor?

“Yes. This kind of tumor forms on the membrane that covers the brain and spinal cord inside the skull.” He explained.

I gulped down saliva. My heart was breaking into a thousand pieces and my lungs were closing up.

How did I get such a horrible disease? This morning my mother-in-law looked at me with hope and my husband as well.

How do I go back home and tell them I wasn't pregnant? But also had a brain tumor? It was more than shameful. I was scared.

For so many years, I have struggled to live a good life, and just when I thought the good life had started paying off then this.

Memories of my life flashed back to when I lived with my parents in the field and how my dad borrowed money from Sebastian and I became his collateral. The memories consumed me and I started crying.

My poor parents. I haven't done anything for them yet. How did I get here? How will I die and leave them alone in this world? How will they survive the heartbreak of losing their only child?

“Mrs. Blackwell, are you listening to me? The doctor asked, and he brought me out of my thoughts.

“Oh yes,” I answered quickly.

“Then we should continue.”

“No, I have to be somewhere, why don't we continue some other time? I asked as I grabbed the report and my bag.

I was scared to continue. I didn't want to hear what would crush my soul completely. I didn't want to hear I was dying soon because I would collapse.

“Mrs. Blackwell, I understand this news is frightening to you but with the right treatment and physiotherapy, you are going to overcome it. Please, I want you to come with your husband on your next visit, that way we can talk at length and how to start treatment as soon as possible.” 

I couldn't listen anymore. I stood up and walked out with tears rolling down my cheeks.

At that point I was heartbroken and wanted the ground to open up and swallow me…