The Heartbreaking News
1070 Words
“Mr. Knight, I’m sorry but we’ve got bad news for you. You have the terminal disease called Veritas Syndrome. It’s the reason you experience fatigue, chronic pains and gradual decline in your health. You didn’t come to the hospital on time and that’s why it has gotten worse. I’m sorry but you have only 2 years to live,” the doctor said.
Mr. Knight looked at the doctor dumbfounded and shocked. When he realized that he was sick, he had expected that it was going to be this worst. Mr. Christopher Knight, the most attractive bachelor in New York, was a fascinating figure well-known for his charm, humor, and success in business. He had created his empire from nothing and had always been in charge of his life. However, the doctor's remarks now, as he sat in the antiseptic hospital room, weighed heavily in the air, destroying the façade of control he had carefully kept.
“I realize this is tremendously hard news for you to comprehend, Mr. Knight,” the doctor continued, his voice echoing faintly in Christopher 's ears.
“Although Veritas Syndrome is a strong foe, our group of professionals will do everything in their ability to help you through this journey,” he added.
Fear, confusion, and rage all jumbled together in Christopher 's head as he battled to find his words. Even though he always took pleasure in his fortitude, this diagnosis was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
He received a leaflet from the doctor that detailed the sort of Veritas Syndrome with which he had been diagnosed as well as the various potential treatments. As the weight of his mortality weighed heavily on Christopher 's mind, he absorbed it mechanically.
“Would you mind sharing your diagnosis with anybody in particular?” in a kind voice, the doctor enquired.
"Yes, there's someone I need to talk to," Christopher said, nodding and clearing his throat.
Christopher 's head was a blur of ideas and feelings as he exited the hospital. He had a responsibility to notify his family, particularly Lily, his younger sister, whom he loved, of the dreadful news. Despite the fact that he knew it would be difficult, he had to prepare them for his passing on.
He immediately planned a family gathering once he got to his lavish penthouse apartment in Manhattan's financial sector.
Charles and Evelyn Knight, his parents, gathered with Lily in the roomy living area, their features furrowed with worry.
“What's going on, Christopher ? You seem so serious,” his mother said; her voice tinged with apprehension.
Christopher inhaled deeply as he searched for the appropriate phrase. He said, his voice quivering a little,
"I've just come from the doctor. Veritas Syndrome, a terminal disease has been discovered in me.”
The room was filled with shock and bewilderment, and for a split second, time appeared to stop. The first person to speak out was his tough and stoic father, Charles Knight.
"Veritas Syndrome ? Christopher , are you certain? We need to seek a second opinion,” he firmly stated, seemingly reluctant to acknowledge the truth of the circumstance.
Christopher nodded, realizing how reluctant they were to receive the bad news.
"Dad, I've already talked with experts. The prognosis has been verified. I have at most, two years to live,” Christopher declared.
Lily walked up to her brother and sat beside him, as she clung to his hand as tears welled up in her eyes.
"Christopher , this is not possible. Together, we must battle this,” she said.
For the sake of his sister, Christopher forced a feeble smile.
“We'll do it, Lily. I won't give up so quickly. I did, however, wish to inform everyone.”
As the family attempted to digest the shocking news, their lives had been forever altered. Even while the future was unknown, one thing was certain: Christopher Knight would not be defeated easily.
“WHAT BRO? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?” Mark, Christopher ’s best friend asked in shock when Christopher gave him the news too.
The penthouse apartment where Christopher was staying, which had always seemed like the zenith of his prosperity, had Christopher leaning back in his soft leather recliner. His life was being swallowed up by what now seemed like a golden cage, confining him.
His childhood best buddy Mark had come straight to the penthouse after hearing the news. With shock written all over his face, he began pacing agitatedly. From their time in school to working together to create their businesses, Mark was the sort of friend that stuck by Christopher through good times and bad. He was now confronted with the toughest test of his life: helping his best buddy through a struggle none of them had ever imagined.
Christopher groaned and turned to look at the huge windows that provided a stunning view of the New York cityscape. The city that had seen him climb to greatness now appeared to be a cold setting for his battle.
Christopher said, his voice heaving with sorrow,
"Mark, its Veritas Syndrome . I wish I could give you answers, but sometimes life gives us unexpected surprises that we must just live with.”
While still trying to process the news, Mark slouched onto a chair.
"They said two years? Christopher , that can't be right. We'll seek out second and third views if necessary. Without a battle, we will not accept this,” He said courageously but within, he was scared to the bones; he wasn’t ready to lose his best buddy.
Christopher appreciated Mark's steadfast assistance. Together, they had always overcome obstacles, and t.
Mark's shock started to give way to resolve as the reality of the situation started to seep in.
"Chris, let's fight this togetherhey did the same now.
"Mark, I've already had several opinions. The prognosis is reliable. Even while I'll keep trying, I wish to be prepared to handle what's to come. You're not fighting this war alone, and we'll try all in our power to win.
Christopher was able to muster a shaky grin as he admired Mark's steadfast dedication.
“My friend, I knew I could rely on you,” he said.
“The only thing that bothers me is that I don’t have a child to succeed me after my death. But I’ve been thinking and I have one idea,” Christopher said.
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