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her head back and forth. “I do.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you with me because you pity me.”
“I don’t at-”
“Or that you let me down easy.” She turned her head and Harry ran his hands through her hair, along her back, kissing it. He heard a sniffle and then her shoulders started shaking. Eventually Casey turned toward him red-eyed. “I can’t bring you into my future pain.”
“But I want it with you.” He kissed Casey’s face. Her cheek was salty.
“But I’m putting you into a corner. You’re the bad guy if you can’t handle it day to day and you’re the bad guy if you leave now. You can’t win, so I’m solving it for you.”
“What I want,” he grabbed her shoulders firmly. “Is you. Nothing else. Being with you in whatever form that comes. Cruising under the stars, gazing at Christmas lights or right here, holding your hand and nothing more.”
“You have to want more out of our life than this.”
“There is more than this. There has been. But right now, this is our life. I love you here, in your pain.”
She chortled, “Yeah, I’m a thing of beauty.”
“You always are. Right here, in your drafty hospital gown, you are beautiful to me.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t you get that I long for you always. That I treasure every evening we cuddle up together and I can’t wait till you open your eyes in the morning and I see your smile.”
“But your biggest dream won’t be fulfilled.”
“You are my dream.”
And children she wanted to say but she couldn’t.
Her eyes filled with tears.“When they get me for the tests, please go home.”
“You want me to leave?” Harry asked.
She nodded.
He was struck with a bolt of sorrow that cut him open and emptied him. “I’ll come back to pick you up.”
“I’ll grab a cab.”
“I’ll bring you some dinner.”
“I’m not feeling hungry.”
He felt a vacuum seep into his body. “You need to eat. I’ll stop in at La Maison du Chocolat for a dessert.”
She shook her head. “I need to be alone tonight.”
“You’ll call me in the morning?”
“I won’t be calling you, Harry.” It’s because I love you that much she wanted to say, but her throat locked and she looked away to hide her tears.
The Window
WHEN CASEY pulled her hands from her mouth, the stench was awful. She looked in disbelief and then fright. It was all irrational, she knew. Cancer wouldn’t cause this. And the doctor didn’t have any earth shattering news; he was simply reviewing her surgery details. It was probably something she ate. Yet a heat rose in her body, and a perspiration covered her forehead and arms. She could feel more food rising inside of her.
She tried to breathe deep, tried to keep it down but there was an involuntary action that kept pushing her food, digested and not, right up into her mouth. She just made it to the bathroom in time.
She heaved into the toilet, with such convulsions that her eyes watered and her body shook. She kneeled down, holding onto the seat, until the cold filtered from the floor through the bath mat. She shivered once more.
She tried to push herself up off of the floor but her body shook so hard that she couldn’t move. She clasped her elbows and tried to give herself a hug to calm herself down. Eventually, she worked her way against the wall and leaned her head back. Her head spun.
Casey tried to get up but she felt dizzy again and crawled into the bedroom to reach her phone. There was only one person she could call.
“Harry.” Her throat burned from the stomach acid had just worked its way up. She could hardly talk. “I-” her voice froze and a shudder ran through her. “Sick.”
“I can’t hear you.”
She tried to muster up strength to talk but her throat felt raw and it hurt just to clear it. “I vomited.”
“I’ll be right over.”
THE WAITING room in the nearest hospital was overrun with patients but when Harry made a call on his cellphone,
“Why?”
“I don’t want you with me because you pity me.”
“I don’t at-”
“Or that you let me down easy.” She turned her head and Harry ran his hands through her hair, along her back, kissing it. He heard a sniffle and then her shoulders started shaking. Eventually Casey turned toward him red-eyed. “I can’t bring you into my future pain.”
“But I want it with you.” He kissed Casey’s face. Her cheek was salty.
“But I’m putting you into a corner. You’re the bad guy if you can’t handle it day to day and you’re the bad guy if you leave now. You can’t win, so I’m solving it for you.”
“What I want,” he grabbed her shoulders firmly. “Is you. Nothing else. Being with you in whatever form that comes. Cruising under the stars, gazing at Christmas lights or right here, holding your hand and nothing more.”
“You have to want more out of our life than this.”
“There is more than this. There has been. But right now, this is our life. I love you here, in your pain.”
She chortled, “Yeah, I’m a thing of beauty.”
“You always are. Right here, in your drafty hospital gown, you are beautiful to me.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t you get that I long for you always. That I treasure every evening we cuddle up together and I can’t wait till you open your eyes in the morning and I see your smile.”
“But your biggest dream won’t be fulfilled.”
“You are my dream.”
And children she wanted to say but she couldn’t.
Her eyes filled with tears.“When they get me for the tests, please go home.”
“You want me to leave?” Harry asked.
She nodded.
He was struck with a bolt of sorrow that cut him open and emptied him. “I’ll come back to pick you up.”
“I’ll grab a cab.”
“I’ll bring you some dinner.”
“I’m not feeling hungry.”
He felt a vacuum seep into his body. “You need to eat. I’ll stop in at La Maison du Chocolat for a dessert.”
She shook her head. “I need to be alone tonight.”
“You’ll call me in the morning?”
“I won’t be calling you, Harry.” It’s because I love you that much she wanted to say, but her throat locked and she looked away to hide her tears.
The Window
WHEN CASEY pulled her hands from her mouth, the stench was awful. She looked in disbelief and then fright. It was all irrational, she knew. Cancer wouldn’t cause this. And the doctor didn’t have any earth shattering news; he was simply reviewing her surgery details. It was probably something she ate. Yet a heat rose in her body, and a perspiration covered her forehead and arms. She could feel more food rising inside of her.
She tried to breathe deep, tried to keep it down but there was an involuntary action that kept pushing her food, digested and not, right up into her mouth. She just made it to the bathroom in time.
She heaved into the toilet, with such convulsions that her eyes watered and her body shook. She kneeled down, holding onto the seat, until the cold filtered from the floor through the bath mat. She shivered once more.
She tried to push herself up off of the floor but her body shook so hard that she couldn’t move. She clasped her elbows and tried to give herself a hug to calm herself down. Eventually, she worked her way against the wall and leaned her head back. Her head spun.
Casey tried to get up but she felt dizzy again and crawled into the bedroom to reach her phone. There was only one person she could call.
“Harry.” Her throat burned from the stomach acid had just worked its way up. She could hardly talk. “I-” her voice froze and a shudder ran through her. “Sick.”
“I can’t hear you.”
She tried to muster up strength to talk but her throat felt raw and it hurt just to clear it. “I vomited.”
“I’ll be right over.”
THE WAITING room in the nearest hospital was overrun with patients but when Harry made a call on his cellphone,
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