Josie and Sam
Josie and Sam
The room was silent but for the soft whirring of the fan, the tick-ticking of the clock, and the tap-tapping of the receptionist's long nails on the keyboard.
Josie smiles warmly down at her body. She places a gentle palm on the little bulge on her stomach.
"We're going to have a baby," Josie says to Sam, tears glistening in her eyes.
He clasps his hands over hers, and they share a moment of charged electricity between them.
A few more minutes elapse in silence, but for the soft whirring of the fan, the tick-ticking of the clock, and the tap-tapping of the - "Ms Josie?"
Josie snaps out of her daydream in which she was imagining the life of her unborn child, and all the love he or she would receive. "Yes!" she yelps. She attempts to uncrease her skirt as she stands up hastily. Sam gets up just as clumsily, scraping his chair across the vinyl floor.
Together, they share the walk towards the defining moment of their lives.
A calming pulse seems to emit from the lights in the room. A scent of lavender perfume diffuses into the space as the door opens and closes. Josie and Sam are invited to take a seat, and they sink gratefully into the two couches provided. A rosey warmth blushes across Josie's cheekbones, as she beams expectantly.
"Ms Josie," a pause. "I'm Doctor Helena."
It was like someone had stuck Josie's body in the freezer. She became frozen in time, apprehension gripping her face in horror.
"The results." Pause. Dr Helena nudges her spectacles higher up the bridge of her nose. She continues. "They show that you have Stage 4 ovarian cancer."
A long pause.
"So. I'm not pregnant."