Chapter One hundred and Seventy-nine

Lana’s POV

The news hit me like a freight train.“Your child has been diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia.”

Suddenly, I felt like the floor had been pulled from beneath my feet. My leg wobbled, my vision spun, and my throat felt like someone was squeezing too tight. I could not breathe, and the tears in my eyes would not let me see anything.

“What?” It was me who spoke, but I could not recognise the voice as mine. “What?”

I was on the ground when I came, and Cameron was gripping my arm, saying words that I could neither hear nor understand. The doctor was speaking too, but nothing registered. All I could hear was the continuous ringing in my ears and the echo of the doctor's words.

Lymphoblastic leukaemia...

Your child was diagnosed... Lymphoblastic leukaemia.

My eyes stayed on my daughter, where she lay on the bed, small, frail, almost lifeless, her breathing shallow. It has barely been a day since she fell ill, but she already looked so gone.

“What… what can we do?” I hea