Molly's POV

Harry walks in and sits next to me. I hold his hand tight and mouth the words 'I'm scared'. he squeezes it reassuringly and whispers in my ear. "It'll be OK. And if it's not, then I'll be here for you no matter what. I'll be like your personal nurse, looking after you. It'll be fine. You're a tough cookie." his small smile made me feel a tiny bit better, I look at the doctor, "Well?"
"I'm just going to say it. You're not a kid, you're 24, so no sweet talk. OK?
I nod my head and squeeze Harry's hand even tighter.
"Molly. You have bad lung cancer."
lung cancer.
cancer
cancer.
My world drops and shatters into a million tiny pieces. Big, salty tears drop down my cheeks.
"It's bad It would be to dangerous to operate. We can try therapy but there's nothing we can do to stop it."
I'm really crying now. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Die. What about my family? Harry? My things? My job? A million stupid questions fly through my head. I look at the doctor. "H-H-How..." I trail off, I can't say it. I look at Harry begging him to do it for me. He nods his head and in-between sobs he asks the question, "How long does she have left?"

Notes

I REALLY hope that you guys like this!!! I tried hard with this chapter!

Thanks for reading so far!


Emz
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