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Doctor Marius in his turn entered the room.
This general practitioner took care of me since I was little, and even more so with the onset of this disease. With him, I had followed all types of treatment, but without much success.
He was a fairly round man, of a milky complexion, and with a bald head.
He walked over to me, smirked as our eyes met. His bag found a place near my bed, and he greeted me, giving me an unusual smile. The smile of profession.
I wasn't paying enough attention to his attitude. He must surely be tired.
- How do you feel today ? he asked, inviting me to join the bed.
"Pretty good," I said, sitting down next to him. Except that I still have chest pains, however, it is more severe than last week.
"She's pretty normal," he muttered, removing the stethoscope from my chest. Besides that, do you have any other symptoms ?
- No None.
- Okay, you're going to take this pill. he said, taking out of his bag a small case in which was a capsule.
She was blue and smooth. He placed it in my hands.
It seemed to me that his hand was shaking as he passed me the glass of water. But surely, I must have been dreaming. Because it was not in the habits of Doctor Marius.
- What will I use this medicine for ? I asked, swallowing the capsule.
- If all goes well, you will almost feel like cured, but only for several days, unfortunately. This is because it is an experimental treatment.
I didn't show any enthusiasm for what he was telling me. My end was approaching, fatigue and pain were everywhere. I could not let myself be lulled into hope by a drug that is more experimental.
My expectation was more focused on explanations that I was impatient to receive. Still hesitant, I still asked the fateful question.
- Doctor, why did you hide it from me ?
- Sorry ? he said frowning. I'm afraid I don't understand your request.
- I heard you say that to my father. I know my fate is sealed, I have barely a month to live.
I had followed Doctor Marius to talk to my father about it a week or two ago, during our second monthly visit. But my father tried to hide the truth from me, despite my multiple allusions.
A long blank sat down before Doctor Marius deigned to utter a word.
- Well, only your father can answer that question. He formally forbade me to talk to you about it, despite my advice.
Suddenly my heart seemed to sink. Basically, I was fighting back my tears. And I, who had placed my trust in my father. Was it reasonable to hide the date of my death from me ?
- Don't cry, my little one, I'll do my best to help you have better living conditions. Whatever it costs me.
My gaze turned away from the ceiling and rested with a satisfied smile on Doctor Marius.
- Thank you, Doctor.
He grabbed my hand and supported it in a compassionate gesture. Then he took leave of me, promising to come back in two weeks to inquire about the effects of the drug.
"Who knows, we might be able to slow down your illness with this medicine, my little Nael," he said, closing the door.
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