3 BOOK BUNDLE "Her Last Love Affair", "Her Last Love Affair: Breathing Without You" AND "Her Last Love Affair: The Final Journey" (24 page)

Hospital Visit

P
ulling herself from the depths of an
overwhelmingly powerful sleep, Allie struggled to open her eyes.  Almost
instantly, she was blinded by the brightness of a light directly above her
head, which caused her to groan in discomfort. As the sound left her lips, she
felt her hand being squeezed. She felt sure that something was being said, she
could hear a voice coming from somewhere in the darkness, but she could not
distinguish between the words. Instead the sound was little more than white
noise to her.

Gradually, her eyelids flickered and she adjusted to the
light. The vision in front of her was blurred, but she could make out the
outline of a person. Instinctively, without being able to discern any of his
features, she knew who that person was.

“Allie,” he said, his words hitting her ear like the sound
of a video being played in slow motion. “Are you okay?”

She smiled, but was unable to move anything other than her
lips. Blinking, she forced her eyes into focus. He was standing by the side of
the bed, leaning over her and examining her face with worry on his brow.

“Can you hear me?” he asked, his hand lifting to her cheek
and gently stroking it with the backs of his fingers.

Again, Allie’s mouth crinkled in a smile. “Yeah,” she
mumbled. Feeling heavy, her eyes slipped closed, before she wrenched them back
open. She shifted them away from Reece and began to inspect the room. It was
then that she realized where she was; the white sterile walls, cheap art prints
and starched sheets all seemed familiar in a most unwelcome way. “I don’t
know,” she began slowly, “what they’ve given me, but I feel...”

“What?” he wondered, settling into the chair by the bedside,
as he realized she was not in any great pain or distress. “How do you feel?”

“Pretty good,” she smiled, her lethargic lips forcing the
words out sluggishly.

Reece tried to offer her a weak smile in return, but it fell
flat. “Do you remember what happened?” he asked.

“Did I faint again?” she asked, stifling a yawn.

He nodded as his fingers laced through hers and he gripped
her hand tightly. Even in her semi-conscious state, Allie recognized the
pensive expression on Reece’s face.

“It’s all right,” she told him softly, turning her hand, so
she could squeeze his in return. “It’s probably just because I haven’t been
getting much sleep lately,” she added, offering him a weary wink.

“No,” Reece said quietly. “It’s worse than that, Allie.”

It was unusual for him to be so brutally honest, especially
when it came to things he knew would upset her. She found his candor even more
alarming than the exhausted and worried face he wore. “What is it?” she asked,
swallowing as she prepared herself for the inevitable bad news.

Suddenly Reece lost his nerve and merely shook his head. “Maybe
we should wait for the doctor,” he suggested, tipping his head to the door
behind him.

“No,” Allie insisted, her strength gradually returning to
her. “I want to hear it from you,” she explained. “Please.”

His blue eyes scanning the room, he chewed nervously on his
bottom lip. “You’re getting worse,” he whispered so quietly that he hoped Allie
wouldn’t be able to hear him. “The cancer is spreading fast. Really fast,” he
added. “They said...they think that, if they don’t do something, you could
possibly die within weeks.”

Despite his deliberately muted volume, Allie heard every
word and didn’t need to ask him to repeat himself. However, she didn’t respond.
The news wasn’t exactly unexpected. As soon as he’d claimed things were worse
than she assumed, she guessed things had taken a turn for the awful. And she’d
had several months to get used to the fact that her time was limited.
Nevertheless, she was not quite able to imagine just how swiftly things would
creep up on her and just how little time the doctors had given her. Determined
to face it bravely, so as not to distress Reece, she took a deep breath. “I
always knew this was going to happen,” she mumbled, managing a lazy smile.
“It’s all just happening a little quicker than I’d expected, that’s all.”

“How can you be so calm?” he asked, his voice shaky.

She shrugged in return. “What choice do I have?”

Reece still didn’t understand and knew he probably never
would. So, with a shake of his head, he dropped the subject. “Is there anyone
you’d like me to call?” he offered. “Your parents?”

“Umm,” she hesitated. “Not right now. You could maybe get in
touch with Rosalind, though.”

“You’re friend?” Reece probed.

“Yeah,” Allie responded. “Have I mentioned her?”

“No, but she kept calling your cell phone last night,” he
explained. “Eventually, I answered and she seemed to know you aren’t well, so I
told her where we are.” He looked questioningly at her, belatedly seeking her
approval.

“It’s fine,” she dismissed his concern. “She knows about
everything.”

Desperately, Reece searched for something else to say,
preferably on a topic that would help coax Allie’s mind away from her present
situation, but he came up dry. Not that the silence bothered Allie. She was
quite content just to be in his company and to feel the reassurance of his
hand. They remained that way, nothing but the sound of their breathing filling
the room, for around twenty minutes. As the clock rolled around to eight in the
morning, the peaceful, companionable silence was broken by the opening of the
door.

Allie recognized the doctor from her last visit. Again, he
was wearing jeans, but this time they were black and could more easily be
mistaken for a dressier pair of pants. On his top half, however, he wore a
plaid shirt. No white coat; a stethoscope tossed around his shoulders and an ID
badge clipped to his breast pocket were the only things that indicated he did
indeed work there.

“Morning, Ms. McLaren,” he said, smiling warmly. “Have you
been awake long?”

“Err,” she mumbled. “About half an hour, I suppose.” She
glanced at Reece, as if to ask him to confirm and he nodded his agreement.

 “Okay,” he nodded, slipping his thumbs into the belt loops
at his waist. “I don’t know if Mr. Bardell has filled you in at all,” he
stated, his eyes moving between the young man and woman in front of him. “But
I’d like to talk a little bit about your options, if I may.”

“Reece has explained things are bad,” Allie stated. “And I
don’t think I need to know my options. It’s a little late for all that now,
isn’t it?”

With a sigh, the doctor lifted one hand and scratched the
back of his neck. “Well, we certainly don’t have the choices we had before.
Things are much too far advanced for radiotherapy to have any hope of working,”
he told her matter-of-factly. “But that doesn’t mean we just sit back and wait
for this to kill you.”

“No?” Allie responded a little tartly. “Then, what do
we
do?” she added as sarcastically as she could muster in her weakened condition.

“There is a very cutting edge treatment,” he sighed, his
face grave with no hint that he was trying to put an unduly optimistic spin on
things. “It’s only something that’s been tried a handful of times, but so far
it’s looking positive.”

Allie sensed that there was a ‘but’ coming and remained
quiet. Watching the doctor closely, she waited for him to continue. However,
she was surprised to note that there was no sense of discomfort or fear in his
countenance. He was only too willing to be honest with her, and she respected
that.

“But,” he sighed. “Because the cancer is beginning to affect
your organs, we are going to need to conduct some surgery. And that, in itself,
could prove problematic in your current condition.”

“What do you mean?” Reece piped up, sitting upright in his
chair.

“Because Ms. McLaren is weak, any kind of surgery is more
dangerous than it would otherwise be,” he admitted frankly. “So, what I’m
offering you is by no stretch of the imagination a miracle cure. I can’t make
any guarantees, but it’s an option. There is a chance,” he added firmly.

Breathing deeply, Allie closed her eyes. Her instinct was to
simply say ‘no’, but something had prevented her from making that knee-jerk
call. As much as she wanted to tell the doctor to go away; as much as she would
have given to have been able to forget everything for a short time, reality
refused to let her dismiss what she was being offered. At least, she could not
dismiss it out of hand. The reporter in her suddenly kicking into life, she
determined that she had to know more.

“What will the surgery involve?” Her first question was met
by raised eyebrows from Reece, who clearly hadn’t expected her to greet the
doctor’s words with any degree of interest.

The corners of Doctor Luitger’s mouth began to twitch, as he
too was taken aback. “Okay,” he nodded, wandering around to Allie’s left side,
and taking a seat opposite Reece. “Okay,” he echoed, sitting down and dragging
the chair closer to the bed. “First, we would need to remove the cancer from
the organs it’s currently affecting,” he explained, placing his hands on the
bed cover and lacing his fingers. “Then, we’d start you on strong course of the
new intravenous treatment, which is targeted at destroying the leukemia cells.”

“Then what?” she asked.

“We might need to give you some chemo or radiotherapy, just
to ensure that the cells attacking your organs don’t make a resurgence,” he
told her. “I’m not going to pretend that it will be easy or pleasant, Allie,”
he added, “because it won’t be, but there is a possibility that his could save
your life.”

“Or end it,” she pointed out frankly.

Leaning back in the chair, he settled his hands in his lap.
“Yes,” he openly admitted. “There’s that possibility, too.”

Although it seemed inappropriate, Allie gratefully smiled at
the doctor. “I appreciate your honesty,” she told him. “So,” she breathed,
deciding to get back to the details. “Which of my organs are affected and how
badly?”

He ran a hand across his brow, before shuffling forward in
his seat once more. “It’s difficult to say how bad things are at the moment,”
he acknowledged. “It won’t become completely apparent, until we can get a look
inside you,” he added. “But your stomach, liver and one of your kidneys have
very definite signs of abnormal growths.”

“Permanent damage?” she wondered aloud.

“I hope not,” he responded. “However, even if there is
damage done and we have to book you in for more surgery, as long as we can get
rid of the cancer, you should still survive it.”

Allie tossed her eyes at Reece, who simply stared
open-mouthed at her. He was still struggling to come to terms with the fact
that Allie was ready to entertain the possibility of any form of treatment.
“All right,” she nodded. “So, what are my chances?”

Doctor Luitger shuffled in his seat, straightening his
posture. “It would be impossible for me to give you an accurate percentage,
because this treatment is still experimental. But in the interests of full
disclosure, I’d still say the odds of your survival are slim.”

Allie calmly nodded her understanding. “Okay,” she breathed.
“Can we have some time to think about it?”

“Of course,” the doctor quickly agreed, leaping to his feet.
“If we’re going to do this, we need to do it as soon as possible, though,” he
warned as he reached the end of the bed. “The longer the cancer is left, the
further it’ll spread. And, at this stage, it’s spreading rampantly.” The doctor
walked to the end of the bed, his eyes moving between the young couple, before
leaving the room.

Allie’s gaze followed him, until she shifted her focus from
the closed, white door to the open-mouthed expression of shock on Reece’s face.
“What?” she asked.

He replied with a question of his own, “
We
want to
think about it?”

“Well,” she began hesitantly, shuffling in her attempt to
sit upright. “I thought that it was something you’d want to discuss,” she
added. “I know what I said before,” she continued, nervously. “But you know I
value your opinion and this isn’t something that I want to do alone.”

Reece broke into a grin, his eyes studying hers closely.
“You know how I feel,” he said sincerely. “I think anything that offers a
chance is worth pursuing.”

“But you understand it could mean I leave you a lot sooner
than we’d hoped,” she warned.

His gazed moving over her pale, drawn face, Reece shook his
head. “If we don’t go for this, you’re still going to leave me much sooner than
I’d hoped,” he replied. “I mean,” he sighed. “I don’t want to do anything that
would endanger your life, and I know this surgery will do that...I just don’t
think we have a choice.”

Slowly, Allie nodded. “I think I want to try this,” she
agreed. “If it doesn’t work, at least I won’t be lingering on in pain,” she
added, almost hopefully.

However, Reece did not share her enthusiasm for that
particular thought. Instead, he stared gravely back at her optimism.

“Anyway,” she continued, sensing his discomfort. “I’m
willing to do this, but I really think I’ll need you. You will be here with me,
won’t you?” she asked, an edge of fear causing her voice to creep up a
register.

Reece jumped out of his chair and settled on the mattress by
her side. Carefully, he picked up her hand and brought the backs of her fingers
to his lips. Tenderly kissing her, he didn’t take his eyes from hers. “Of
course I’ll be here,” he said insistently. “Where else would I be?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Maybe you’ve got to work,
that’s something we never talked about. You’ve been spending all this time with
me, and I don’t even know whether you should be.”

“Nothing is more important to me than you,” he said
honestly, managing to smile warmly.

She gave him a weak half-grin in return. “This isn’t going
to be easy,” she stated. “Things could get pretty ugly.”