Arthur

I sat beside her in her bedroom staring closely at her innocent sleeping form. I recalled all that Dr Myron had told me earlier on.

“The abnormal cells that had been built up in Rose's blood had finally infected her bone marrow. They've crowded out the healthy blood cells so much that it's hard for her blood and bone marrow to do their work effectively. Unfortunately, the stem cell transplant and blood transfusion have proved ineffective, but that's what she has to keep living on, or else she will be gone in no time. There's nothing we can do beyond that, and the chemoradiotherapy as well. We've scanned her bones and we discovered she fell from a height, I guess. She will be unable to walk for long on her feet; I suggest she uses a wheelchair for movement aid; she's too weak to move about on her feet.”

I sat up, blowing out a loud breath and wringing my hands spontaneously.

I scoot over to the head side of her bed and took her hands in mine, peering at the back of her palm before laci