"You know, I know a specialist in Saint City …" Aston began, but before he could finish his word, I cut him off with a tired sigh.
“I don’t want to go that far. I only have a few months left. I’m not interested in making the effort.”
"Dr. Robertson, I know you mean well. For that I thank you," I said and gave him a weak smile. "However, I really don't need it."
However, Aston was too persistent so after several days of coaxing, I finally relented and started chemotherapy at a local hospital.
On the first day of chemotherapy treatment, I regretted it.
The sharp, relentless pain crept through my veins and seeped into every nerve. My body trembled uncontrollably because of the pain. It was unbearable.
“I can’t do this. I can’t.…” My voice was hoarse and it felt like there was an iron block lodged in my throat, I could feel the metallic taste of blood coating my mouth.
I lay weakly on the hospital bed. I forced myself to get up. However, before my feet touched the ground and was able to myself, in the next moment, dizziness came over me.
I could hear the panicked shout of a nurse nearby.
The floor was so cold. It felt as if I was lying in a coffin made of ice.
I wondered why I agreed to go through this torture when I was going to die anyway.
When Aston arrived, I was in the middle of pulling the IV needle out of my hand. I dropped the needle without a second thought and then used the IV stand to pull myself up.
“Dr. Robertson, I know that mental health can affect treatment outcomes,” I said flatly. “Do you really think, with my current state of mind, this treatment will do any good?”
Aston looked heartbroken. He was about to say something but he could not bear to say it.
“Everyone has their own fate,” I said softly. “Please, stop worrying about mine.”
In the end, Aston drove me back to my home in West City. Before I got out of the car, he took my phone and set his number as my emergency contact.
“This neighborhood is a bit old. If anything happens, you can call me anytime,” he said.
I nodded and thanked him.
I was on the verge of collapsing when I arrived. However, as soon as I inserted the key, I felt something was wrong.
Someone had opened the door.
I became alert. When I was about to pull the key quietly and run downstairs to call the police, the door creaked open from the inside.