BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Four
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“Then that’s all I need to hear!” Derek shouted, hurriedly pushing himself up in his chair.
“Mr. Sholts….” The doctor held his hand up and shot up with Derek, trying to calm him down. “The reason I’m baffled is why in the world your doctor thought you had cancer…?”
Derek sat, slowly, hesitantly, as we both looked at the man in confusion.
“When I was in the hospital with you that night, I saw that with all the tests he ordered, that it was far from just inconclusive data. He had to be sure. I mean, why else would a doctor give such a diagnosis?”
I wasn’t understanding what he was even saying, but I listened to every single word that left his mouth. His voice was deep and warm, yet everything he said chilled me to the bone. He spoke words that I didn’t understand, talking about tests specifics where I wondered if he was even speaking English, but I understood. I understood the tone of it all; I understood the overall message of the story.
“So my cancer isn’t what we thought it was?” Derek asked, confused. I could tell that he didn’t like to be confused. I could tell that it was a rarity for him. I could tell that it wasn’t something he liked, or even experienced often at all.
“Well, Mr. Sholts… according to these tests, there is no cancer.”
“What do you mean there is no cancer?!” I bellowed. “He’s clearly sick!”
“That may be so, but it isn’t from cancer.”
“Then what is it from?” I folded my arms over my chest and looked at the man sternly. Why couldn’t I have fallen in love with someone normal?
“I’m not sure, but I would like to run some tests to see if he has been exposed to any sort of poisonous toxins.”
“Like mold?” I shot, lifting myself to my feet.
“No.” He said it so definitely that it made me think that he already had something in mind; and by the look of it, it was something terrifying.
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