He has a brain tumor

Chapter 3

Three days later

Alex has been acting weird for the past few days that we have been here, and it's already disturbing me. I have tried to question him several times why he has been like that, but he always told me that he's fine. Not that I believe him anyway.

It's a beautiful Wednesday morning, and we have scheduled to go to visit some places here and have fun till the day is over.

"I'm ready, babe. How do I look?" Turning to face Alex whose attention is all on his phone, he raises his gaze to look at me, and I bet that his face suddenly lits up excitedly. That feeling of having your man look at you and be all happy is everything.

"You look crazily beautiful, babe. Do you mind taking a picture of you?" He winks at me, and I roll my eyes.

"Not here, please. We'll take pictures all we want when we go out. For now, let's leave before we run late for it," I pick up my phone from the dresser and wear my sunglass before I stride out of the room with him trailing behind me.

"Where should we go first? Museum, amusement park, restaurant, cinema, beach, or..."

"Let's visit the museum first. We can do the rest later," I cut him off, and he nods his head.

Hopping inside his black sports car, he drives out of the compound afterward. We're going to tour the city and have so much fun. I love it.

Arriving at the museum later, we hop out of the car. He holds my hand and leads me into the building that's filled with many people that came to also have fun like us.

Feeding my eyes with the amazing sculptures of humans, animals, and other historical weapons like swords, arrows, and the likes of them turns out to be so good.

"Do you like it?" He asks me as I touch the sculpture of a princess. She must be a beauty when she was alive. I mean, if the sculpture can be this beautiful, then her human-like would be so gorgeous.

"Yes, I love it. It's so beautiful. Take a picture of us, please," I give my phone to him and pose beside the sculpture, ready for a pic or more. He snaps us in a different poses, and I bet the pictures would be more than fifteen.

"That was great. I'm famished. Let's go to the restaurant," I say to him as we stride out of the museum about thirty minutes later.

"Alright. I know of a beautiful and classic restaurant. How about we try it out, huh?" He asks as he hops in the driver's seat of the car, while I hop in beside him.

"What are you still waiting for? I'm going to faint if you don't go there now," I whine, and he chuckles softly.

"I'll do that now, my lady," He bows his head as he smiles at me. He finally starts the car and drives out of the place, heading to the restaurant.

Arriving at the classic restaurant a few minutes later, he pulls over at the parking lot, and we head to the entrance door afterward. The place turns out to be as he has praised it to be.

"We're going for your favorite, right?" He asks as soon as we take a seat amongst the numerous empty seats in the restaurant. Turns out that we're the only ones here. Where did everyone go?

"Hmm," I nod my head, still looking around. While growing up, I have always loved pasta because it was what my mom always made for me. Talking about my mom, she passed away when I was just ten years old, and my dad passed away too a few months after I turned fifteen.

"Why are we the only ones here?" I finally ask him.

"I paid for the whole restaurant for the time we'll spend here. Nobody will come until we're done," My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. That's so much money.

"Why did you do that? That's so much money you have spent on it," I lament.

"Nothing. I just want to have some time with my wife alone. That's not something bad, right?" He smiles at me, and I blush hard.

After the waiter serve us, we proceed to start eating. After spending an hour in the restaurant, we finally head to the entrance door, but Alex suddenly slumps to the ground and passes out.

"Alex... Alex... Are you OK? Alex... Somebody help, please," I try to wake him up, but his eyes are shut and his face suddenly becomes pale. My hands tremble fearfully as I cup his cheeks in my palms, my heart beating violently against my chest like it's trying to force itself out of me. I have never been this terrified all my life.

The waiters rush over to me and help me carry him to the backseat of his car, and I drive him to the nearest hospital. The nurses took him to the ward as soon as we arrive at the hospital.

"You can't come inside, miss. You need to wait out here for the doctor," One of the nurses stop me from entering the ward. Pacing in the hallway minutes later, I keep praying silently that he's fine. I'm starting to get worried. He wasn't showing any symptoms of being sick this morning. I wouldn't have allowed him to go out if he had shown any symptoms. He was fine, so how did he suddenly pass out?

After what seems like forever, the door suddenly opens, and the doctor walks out.

"How's he, doc? Is he awake? What happened to my husband?" I ask him nonstop.

"Calm down, miss. Let's talk in my office. This way, please," He says to me, before walking away. Glancing back at the closed door one more time, I finally follow him to his office.

My heart keeps beating nervously as I take a seat across from the doctor, waiting impatiently for him to tell me what's wrong with Alex.

"Your husband... Did he tell you he has a brain tumor?" He asks out of the blue, and I freeze on the seat as his words echo in my head. For a few seconds, I stare back at him blankly, trying to understand what he just said to me. It can't be my husband. Not my Alex, please.

"Alex doesn't have a brain tumor, doc. That must be a review of someone else's health, not my husband," How I am so sure of my reply to him is crazy, but there's no way I'm going to believe him, right? I and Alex have been together for over a year before we got married weeks ago. There's no way he would've hidden it from me if he really has a brain tumor, right?

"How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..."

"Just stop this, doctor. Stop!" I slam my hands on the desk as I spring up to my feet. His words are driving me to the edge of craziness.

"My husband doesn't have a brain tumor! No, he doesn't," I shake my head slowly. My eyes suddenly become wet with tears, and my cheeks feel hot as they pour down them. It's not that I believe him, but... but... I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I'm feeling right now...