Elizabeth’s POV
A week later
"I have something to tell you," Helen declares as she strides into my room, brandishing my medical test results like she's holding the winning lottery ticket. Her serious expression, however, makes my stomach churn.
Is my cancer taking a nosedive?
Keep it together, Elizabeth. Don’t freak out.
I plaster on a smile and quip, "What’s the news, Doc? Am I carrying triplets? Should I start plotting my great escape while pregnant?"
Helen rolls her eyes, "You're not pregnant."
"So, what news do you bring, oh bearer of test results?" I ask, gesturing at the papers in her hand.
"You're cured," she says simply, like she's announcing the weather.
I'm floored. "What?" I gasp, the word tumbling out of me.
"All the cancer cells in your body are gone, like they never
