Nicholas POV
“Do miracles still exist?” Monica asked, her dull eyes filled with sadness.
“Of course they do. They exist Monica. I believe in miracles and I believe that they still work”
Monica stared at me, searching my eyes for what I had no idea of but I could see tears gathering in her eyes.
“I wish things were different Nicholas. We deserved happiness, Honey. We deserved peace. I deserve to watch my kids grow and grow old with you. If deserve to see you, Mason, and Macy every day. I deserved good life health and not a brain tumor” she said, tears already spilling from my eyes and staining his bare chest.
“And you will achieve all of that honey. You will grow old with me and watch Mason and Macy grow. We will be happy and_”
“I followed Ethan in his car because I thought he was you” Monica yelled, cutting me short on my words.
“What!” I examined them in shock, staring at her in disbelief.
I never asked Monica about that occurrence anymore because she always avoided that question and I figured it would be best if she told me what happened that day herself.
“I followed Ethan that day from the restaurant because I thought he was you, Nicholas. He had exactly like your black car and looked exactly like you but I later realized that he wasn’t you after you ran after us and stopped us that day” she explained, her teary eyes filled with pain and sadness.
“Is that how bad the illness has gotten?” I asked, shocked by her confession.
She said nothing but sat up and got off the bed. She went to the mirror table, opened the drawer, and drew out a huge brown envelope.
She walked back to the bed and climbed on it. “Take a look at this,” she said handing me the envelope she took out of the drawer.
I sat up and took the envelope from her “What is this?” I asked, curiosity engulfing my whole body as I stared at the envelope.
“Take a look,” she said, her voice low and her gaze fixed on her hands.
I opened the envelope and brought out a picture that looked like a scan. The huge white paper had two different diagrams on both sides.
“That’s the scan from the hospital. I went for a check-up after the incidents that happened at home today and this” she said, pointing at a round stuff on the diagram “This is how big the tumor has grown”
I stared at her in shock and shifted my gaze back to the paper in my hand again and after looking at it closely, I realized it was a diagram of a brain, her brain.
“What happened at home today?” I asked curiously.
“I left the gas cooker on and left an empty fry pan on it. Fire started in the kitchen but I didn’t know. I sat in the dining with so much focus on my breakfast when Patricia ran past me and dashed into the kitchen.
I didn’t know what was happening at first but as soon as I turned around to follow her into the kitchen and find out what was happening, that was when I saw smoke coming from the kitchen and though I was seeing the smoke, I wasn’t perceiving anything”
“What? The kitchen almost got burnt today?” I asked shocked by this new piece of information.
“Yes. Patricia was coughing hard when she came out of the kitchen but even when I entered the kitchen, I slowly had already covered every part of the kitchen but I couldn’t smell anything. I wasn’t smelling anything”
she explained and I finally concluded that the tumor was causing more harm to her. It was getting worse and the thought of that scared the shit out of me.
“It’s all right honey. This doesn’t mean you’re going to die. This is just a challenge we have to_”
“Don’t you get it, Nicholas? There’s no way out of this” she yelled, tears streaming down her face “It’s obvious that I’m going to die and no miracle is going to happen. No one can save me Nicholas, no one” she added, her voice laced with frustration and sadness.
She couldn’t hold my tears in anymore as tears began crawling down my face. Monica covered her eyes with her hands as she wept, her face now red and stained with tears.
“It’s going to be okay,” I said, finding the right words to say but I couldn’t come up with anything thoughtful. I leaned closer to her and moved her head gently to my chest.
I wasn’t ready to lose Monica. I still believed something good could happen and I expected her to believe in that too but it seemed she had lost all strands of hope she could hold onto.
I could feel her anger, frustration, and sadness but there was nothing I could do still, I wasn’t going to give up on her. She was my wife and the woman I vowed to take care of and I was going to do just that.
“I promise you, Monica, I will not let you die,” I said and she sobbed even more in my chest “I promise to find a solution for this and make you smile again. I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe and alive but I need you to have faith and trust me” I said and she continued weeping, her head on my chest
“No matter what happens Monica, always remember you’re not alone on this path. Please have a little faith and trust me” I said, pleadingly as I held her tightly to myself.