I sniffed. "Thank you, doctor." I leaned forward, "And after the treatments and therapies, what''s the prognosis going to be? Will she be okay?"


    "Of course, she''ll be. As long as she gets adequate treatment and care, she will be fine and good as new by the time her treatments are concluded."


    His response gave me hope but the thought of her having to go through all of those treatments and therapies made my heart break anew.


    After another lenthy words of encouragement and assurance that Amie would be okay at the end of the treatment, I thanked him and stepped out into the hallway.


    As I made way to


    sniffs and shaky so. Ward, I could not stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks nor could I stop the


    I stopped before the door to her room and tried to stop my tears. I spent several seconds wiping the tears that kept pouring as I whimpered. Eventually, I didn''t feel the wet trail on my cheeks again and my eyes also felt dry.


    With a deep breath and a wide smile, I stepped into the room.


    Amie''s gaze was already on the door, a frown on her face but she said nothing. She just curiously watched me walk up to her bed.


    "Hey baby," I smoothed back her hair, "how do you feel? my voice sounded hoarse and I had to clear my


    throat.


    Instead of answering my question, her brows further drew down. "Are you crying?"


    I chuckled shakily, "No, I''m not."


    She reached up and gently fingered my cheeks with her index finger. She brought her finger to her face. Mom, you''re crying? Why are you crying?" She asked worriedly,


    I touched my face and felt the tears that silently rolled down my cheeks.


    I sniffed and hugged her to me. I''m just so happy that you''re awake."


    "Please, stop crying," she said in a small voice and I felt her small hands pat my back and it took everything for me not to totally break down in my daughter''s arms.


    After I had sessfully calmed myself down, Amie took a good look around the room. "When are we going home, mom?"


    The question caught me off guard that at first, I just stared, unable toe up with a response.


    "Soon," I blurted. "Soon, Amie." I pulled her to me, burying my face in her hair. "And I''d be here by your side all through."


    "Okay, mommy," she said but I could still see the questions in her big beautiful eyes.


    "How about we go for a stroll?"


    She smiled slightly and nodded vigorously.


    "I''m cold," she said then I donned her in one of the sweaters that ra brought.


    On our stroll, she got lively a little, asking endless questions about parts of the hospital. Her funny questions were a slight distraction from the stark reality that still gripped my heart tightly. By the time, we returned from our short stroll she was all smiles.


    As we approached her ward, I frowned at the farmiliar figure waiting at the door and my steps. unconsciously


    "Dennis!" He turned around as Amie called.


    "Hey buddy!" He lowered himself and opened his arms for her to run into.


    She dly ran into his arms and they both exchanged greetings for a while before Amie''s responses started toe in incoherent monosybles.


    "I''d drop her inside," he muttered and stepped into the room. I followed him in and watcted as he gentlyid her in bed and tucked her in.


    He turned to me. "I heard about Amie''s fever from ra."


    Yeah, it happened unannounced," I murmured as we started to walk out of the room so we wouldn''t


    disturb Amie.


    When we stopped outside the room, I leaned against the wall facing him and he stood before me..


    "She said they ran some test results, are the results out?"


    "They are," I whispered back and said nothing else. There was silence. I wasn''t looking his way but I could feel his eyes on me.. "What''s wrong, Ana?"


    And that was all it took for me to break down before him. Dennis always saw through me. And I could not keep it to myself anymore.Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    "She has Chronic leukemia, Dennis," I blurt out amidst heavy sobs and his arms wound tightly around me.


    I ryed all my fears to him. "I''ve no idea what to do, Dennis."


    All the while he listened attentively and patted my hair. "Everything''s going to be okay, Ana." He said it so firmly that I instantly believed that everything would truly be okay.


    "I''ll be here by your side through out the whole journey. You''re not alone in this."


    "Mommy?" We suddenly heard behind us and I stiffened.


    "Am I sick?"