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Chapter 2: Agreement Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 3 - Bargaining – LittleFallenPrincess     “Will it be painful?” I asked, as I quickly browsed the legal document she had lay in front of me. Holy frick… it was a chonky thing. More like a book than a contract… but I assumed that most of it would just be legal nonsense that meant we couldn’t sue them or the hospital if anything went wrong. But at this point I don’t care. I just want my Mum to live. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try absolutely everything in my power to help her. And if this weird medical procedure cuts off a decade or two from my old age… who cares? Not me if it saves my Mum. “Have you ever had blood drawn?” “Once or twice, yeah. Is it like that?” I asked. “Yes, but from your neck. So it will be a tiny bit more painful than your inner elbow.” “That’s fine. As long as it can save my Mum.” “You’re a good son. A good person.” “I can’t lose her. I know part of the reason I’m saving her is selfish…” “All humans are. Don’t worry about it. You’re still ultimately doing a good thing for a person you love. That makes you a good person.” This Doctor was so lovely. So sweet. So good with her words. I swear she could’ve talked me into selling a kidney and I probably would’ve said yes to her. Her eyes sparkled, her smile radiated the room with a warm glow, and she smelled… oh boy, she smelled amazing. I don’t know what kind of perfume she was wearing, but she smelled like freshly cut flowers. And I think I must have been staring at her for a bit too long, as she looked at me directly, tilted her head, and smiled. “Is there something on my face?” she asked. “Oh no… sorry… you’re just…” “I’m just what?” I can’t just blurt out that she’s extremely beautiful. That she’s the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on. Something about her was so captivating. But it was more than that… I was feeling something I had only felt before in small bursts, something I couldn’t quite identify or put my finger on, something that had bothered me for years. But if I tell her any of that, I’ll come off as a creep. “...Pretty.” FUCK. Charlie… What did I just say? Don’t tell her anything like that! You can’t just reduce what is clearly an extremely intelligent, well-spoken, kind, brilliant Doctor to ‘oooh pretty woman’. Fucking caveman. You’re better than this. You’re better than those thugs at the pub who you used to go to school with. “You’re sweet,” she said, giggling, making me feel less guilty about complimenting her beautiful radiance with such a childish term. “Handsome, thoughtful, sweet and cares about others… your girlfriend must be extremely proud of you.” “I’m single.” “Oh really? Now that is a shock…” she said, as if she was sounding… hopeful? Maybe I’m just looking too much into it… but is she flirting with me? I’m useless when it comes to recognising people flirting with me. It’s part of the reason I’m still single. But I swear this is her coming on to me. Though maybe not… because that would be massively unethical, right? Considering she’s a Doctor who may end up treating my Mum? Maybe after all this… maybe I’ll ask her for her number… if I’m brave enough. “Yeah. I’m a bit bad at the whole flirting thing.” “I don’t know… you seem alright to me,” she replied, smiling at me. Again! I swear this is flirting. I’m not going crazy, right? “I usually wait for someone to hit on me or ask me out. I’m bad at flirting and bad at recognising when someone is flirting with me,” I joked… without actually joking. I laughed, sure, but I wasn’t lying. “So you need a woman to come up to you and to say she is interested in you?” “I mean… when you say it like that…” She laughed. “I think it’s cute.” “You do?” I said in shock. “Too many men these days think they’re the dominant ones. They try to act all macho. It’s nice to see a man who knows his place…” I could feel my cheeks burning. Why? I swear she was just making fun of me or something. Right? Then why was that so fucking hot? “I…” “Right, sorry, we got a bit off track there. How about we finish the paperwork, then I’ll go discuss this with your mother, then we can get started as soon as possible.” “You’ll keep out the side effects thing from her? Right?” “Of course, Charlie. I’ll just tell her it’s a simple procedure, but experimental. Then we can get you prepped.” “Prepped? Isn’t it just like taking blood?” “Yes, but we do need to sedate you in order to take the sample from your neck. Which means you’ll need to wear a gown. Do you have any intolerance to anaesthesia?” “Not that I know of. I didn’t think it’d be such a big surgery.” “It’s not that big, it’s just painful if you’re not put under first. But don’t worry, it’ll only take five minutes, then you’ll wake up shortly after and can even go home afterwards. Now… if you’ll just sign that last page, I can get over to see your mother and get her booked in for her procedure. If we’re quick enough, I bet we could even send you both home this evening.” “This evening? It would be that quick?” “Oh yes,” she said, with a sweet smile. “Then…” I said, as I flipped to the last page and quickly signed in the box at the bottom, quickly jotting the date next to it. “Let’s get started!” I was so excited to be able to go home with my Mum finally, and for her to be free of this cancer. I’d been dreaming of this for years, but that dream was slowly being erased as she got worse and worse. Then it faded completely when the Doctor from earlier told us there was nothing left for us to do. But thanks to this amazing woman in front of me… my dream has burst back into life in my head, and I felt hopeful for the future again. It sounded almost too good to be true.   --------------------------------------------   “So, Miss Maddox… as I explained, it’ll just be like drawing blood. I promise you, your boy won’t experience any pain or any side effects.” Mum was a bit skeptical about the whole thing. And I don’t blame her… it sounded too good to be true. But I think the universe and karma owe us a bit of good luck, so maybe this was a sign from a higher power that we were being repaid for all the hurt we had gone through. “You promise me my baby boy won’t be hurt? Will it affect his future at all?” “Your baby boy will live a long, healthy life. I promise you. It’s like a transplant. But it’s something he can part with without any effects on his health.” “Because I heard if you donate a kidney your other one has to make up for it or something…” Mum replied, still looking at the Doctor like she didn’t trust her. “It’s more like donating blood.” That’s when Mum’s distrust wore off her face, and she looked a little more… hopeful. “Fine. But I swear I will make you all pay if my son suffers in any way. I’ll make sure of it. He’s all I’ve got left, he means the world to me.” “I promise you, Miss Maddox. Your son will be fine. As will you. If this works, you should make a full recovery in a few days.” “And if it doesn’t?” “Then we can look at alternate treatments we are also looking into, but I promise you, I am sure this will work.” “Fine. But let me speak to my son before you take him.” “Take as long as you need. Once you’re ready, we’ll prep him and get going.” The Doctor walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my Mum. That’s when she waved me over and patted the bed beside her. “Promise me this isn’t bad.” “Why would it be bad?” I replied, opting not to tell her the whole truth. Honestly… even if she lives until she’s old… she’ll never find out. She’ll have passed away when the time that I’ll have lost comes back to bite me. “We aren’t exactly the luckiest. Your Dad was a bit of a… prick. And then I’ve done my best to look after you and make sure you’re loved and looked after. And then this cancer happened… and we’ve struggled through life.” “Maybe this is just the universe… or your God… paying you back for all your hard work?” She seemed to take comfort in this, even cracking a little smile at me. “Just… Come see me after you wake up, okay? As soon as you wake up.” “I promise I’ll come to see you as soon as I can, Mam. Look, everything will be fine. Simple procedure and hopefully everything is fine. That’s it. Things are finally looking up for us.  “I love you, Charlie.” “I love you too, Mum. Now, I better get going. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go home and hopefully everything returns to normal.” “Good luck, my baby boy.” I gave my Mum a quick kiss on her frail cheek, and took a deep breath… before heading out. Still scared that this was all too good to be true… that the universe loves to punish our family… worrying that maybe it won’t actually fix her and they’re like scamming the hospital out of their money so they can run these trials or whatever. Maybe it's just a big scam. But at this point… I don’t care. I’ll take this tiny bit of hope over giving up and accepting my Mum’s fate.   “You’ll need to take all your clothes off,” the Doctor instructed, as we stood outside of a room. “Once you’re undressed, put this gown on, then come back out.” I took the gown from her and hopped into the little changing room we had been waiting outside of. Taking each piece of clothing off, to say I was a little nervous was an understatement. I mean even just the general risks from any surgery is something to be nervous about… but my Mum’s fate depends on me going through with this successfully. It didn’t help that looking at my naked body just left me with a… discomfort. Don’t get me wrong… I wasn’t a bad looking lad… I was skinny, blonde, not too tall but not as short as my Mum… I had a bit of a cute face, which led to a lot of teasing back at school. I looked okay in general. But I couldn’t stand looking at myself in the mirror. The image I saw every time was just… wrong. But I couldn’t put it into words to even myself, let alone anyone else like a Doctor or anything. So I turned away from the mirror as I continued undressing, avoiding looking at it at all costs. Thankfully, it didn’t take long, and I was shuffling along the empty hall of this wing of the hospital I had never been in before, alongside the Doc. “You’ll be fine, Charlie. Promise. I’ll take good care of you,” she said, in a reassuring tone. “Thanks…” I mumbled, nervously, as she escorted me into a room at the end of the corridor, one that looked like every other hospital room. There was a bed in the middle, up against the wall, with what looked like some tanks of gas or something nearby. “So… are there any other specialists here? Isn’t there an anaesthetist needed?” I asked, as she took me over to the hospital bed and helped me up, until I was laying down. “I’m a qualified anaesthetist. And sadly the only one available right now. Don’t worry, like I told you, I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you, Charlie. Now, lay your head back. Like I said earlier, the procedure will take five minutes and you’ll be going home tonight. Everything will be okay, I promise.” “Kay…” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. “Good boy. Now… I think we’re ready to begin. Are you ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be…” The Doc grabbed a breathing mask from the side of the bed, and lifted it up to my face. “I need you to count down from twenty, okay Charlie?” I didn’t say anything at this point, I was still too nervous. I just nodded and awkwardly smiled at her, as she put the mask over my face. “Twenty… Nineteen… Eighteen… Seventeen… Sixteen… Fifteen… Fou… Four… Fourteen… Thir… Th…” As my eyelids grew too heavy to keep open, as all thoughts slowed down, the last thing I saw before everything went dark was the smiling face of the Doctor looking down at me… stroking the side of my hair. “I’ll take good care of you, sweetie…”             ===================================================== The start of this book was particularly difficult for me and hit close to home. So I hope you enjoy it.   If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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