Emma Cartwright clutched Dean’s hand tightly, her nails almost digging into his skin. He was so nervous and tense that he didn’t mind. He barely noticed, actually.
They were in Doctor Fife’s office, and they knew it as well as they knew their own bedroom. Emma had been diagnosed with an aggressive form of leukemia the previous summer, and had been ill for the entire duration of their relationship – although for the first three months that they were together, Dean had had no idea that she was sick. He had discovered her cancer by accident, and he still shuddered when he thought about finding Emma that way.
He looked at Emma now, saw her biting her full lip. Her eyes were almost purple with worry, and her beautiful face was pale.
“Hey,” he said softly.
She looked at him.
“Deep breaths,
