Chapter 7
*Amelia*
After taking my bath and having breakfast, I took a taxi to the address sent to me by Doctor Andrew.
Getting to the address, which was a restaurant, I made my way inside only to see the doctor sitting alone while manipulating his phone.
"Good morning, Doctor Andrew," I greeted him as I got to where he was sitting.
"Good morning, Mrs Darlington," he greeted me in return as he raised his head and saw me. "Thank goodness you are finally here; I have been waiting for an eternity. Please have a seat," he said to me.
"Thanks," I said to him as I sat down opposite him.
"Do you want to order anything, like water or..."
"No, it's okay, thanks for asking," I said to the doctor in reply.
"Don't mention it. So tell me, how have you been feeling lately? I hope the symptoms of the illness haven't started showing." He asked me with a concerned tone.
"It has, but I'm dealing with it; after all, it will soon be over," I said to him, and with that, he sighed heavily.
"Mrs Darlington, you really need to stop saying things like that. Sincerely speaking, you are the first patient I have met that is so determined to die even without putting up a fight. Tell me, what are you going to gain after you die?" He asked me with furrowed brows.
"Peace," I said to him, and with that, he scoffed at me.
"Mrs Darlington, you don't need to die before finding peace; you can still have peace even while being alive. "By the way, I hope you have at least informed those who are close to you about the illness; since you are so determined to die, they should at least be prepared for that," he said to me, and with that I scoffed inwardly, as the two people that came to my mind were Adrian and Melissa, and as far as I'm concerned, the last thing I would do is tell any of them about my terminal illness. Adrian would think that I'm making up something again to prevent him from getting back with Melissa, while Melissa, on the other hand, even if she believes me, would be very happy to hear that I'm about to die in less than six months; after all, that has always been her dream, to see me disappear so that I won't be an obstacle to her and Adrian anymore.
"No, there's no one close to me that needs to know about it," I said to the doctor, and with that, he squinted his brows at me.
"What do you mean by there's no one close to you that needs to know about it? What about your husband? He, of all people, should at least know that his wife is suffering from a terminal illness," the doctor said to me.
"Well, I don't want him to know about it either, so can you please not tell him about it?" I asked him with a pleading tone, and with that, he shot me a strange glare.
"And do you mind if I ask why? Aren't you and your husband on good terms?" The doctor asked me with a concerned tone, and with that I sighed heavily, as I was already getting tired of his questions that weren't even related to my illness.
"Doctor Andrew, I thought you were a medical doctor and not a marriage counsellor, or are you also a marriage counsellor?" I asked him with a furrowed brows, and with that, he sighed heavily.
"No, Mrs Darlington, I'm not a marriage counsellor; I'm just surprised by the fact that you don't want your husband to know that you are going to die very soon. Do you really hate him that much?" Doctor Andrew asked me with furrowed brows.
Hearing that expression "hate", I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief. Right from when I got married to Adrian, I never once hated him. It's true that my initial plan after getting married to him was never to fall in love with him even if I later did, but that wasn't because I hated him; instead, it was because I also believed that he too was a victim of that scandal that brought us together in the first place.
"Doctor Andrew, "I don't hate my husband; if I don't want to tell him about my illness, it's because we will be getting divorced very soon," I said to the doctor, who widened his eyes in surprise. "Now that you already know the reason why I don't want to tell my husband about my illness, can we now proceed with the treatment plan, or do you still want to keep on asking questions about my personal life?" I asked him with squinted brows.
"Well, first of all, sorry about the complications in your marriage. Had I known that it was this serious, I wouldn't have even asked about it in the first place, and also, my goal wasn't to meddle in your personal life but rather to know the reason why you are so bent on dying, but now, I think I already know that," he said to me, and with that, I furrowed my brows at him.
"And what do you think is the reason why I'm so bent on dying?" I asked him with furrowed brows.
"Well, according to what I have gathered so far, the reason why you are so bent on dying is because of the upcoming divorce; if not, I still don't see any other reason why you would suddenly decide to give up on your life without even putting up a fight," the doctor said to me in reply.
"Well, I won't say that what you said is completely out of line, but that's not the main reason why I didn't want to proceed with the treatment plan," I said to the doctor in reply.
"Well, whether it is or not, I don't think it matters anymore. What matters the most is that you have agreed to proceed with the treatment plan, and believe me, I'm so happy about that," the doctor said to me, and at the same time, the door of the restaurant burst open, and Adrian barged inside with an angry look written all over his face.
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