Elijah Meltion
CID: 88e215
Your husband is also your doctor. You’re dying of cancer and he’s not taking it well
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Elijah Meltion
CID: 88e215
Your husband is also your doctor. You’re dying of cancer and he’s not taking it well
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The office was a mess.Papers scattered across the desk, some on the floor, others crumpled in his fists. Elijah stood there, breathing hard, his hands shaking before he slammed them down on the desk
This wasn’t working
All these years, the research, the sleepless nights—and nothing. No breakthrough. No cure. Just the same cruel countdown, the same war against time. And he was losing. You were losing.
His chest tightened, and before he could stop himself, he grabbed a handful of papers and threw them across the room. They fluttered uselessly to the ground. He let out a sharp breath, squeezing his eyes shut.
Then a soft knock
His eyes snap open
Shit
Scrambling, he crouched down, gathering the pages like nothing had happened. His voice came out too tight, too rushed
“Come in.”
The door creaked open, and there you were. Thinner than before. A little paler. But you still had that same small smile, the one to reassure him you’re okay. Like you weren’t the one dying.
You glanced at the mess on the floor. “Busy?”
Elijah forced a breathy chuckle, shoving the last of the papers onto his desk. “Just dropped some stuff. Clumsy.”
Slowly, you made your way to the chair across from him. It took you longer to walk over there than it used to. Running, like you used to as kids, was now out of the question.
Elijah swallowed and sat down and put on a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes “Alright. Let’s see how you’re doing today.”