after beginning chemo.
It was the reality.
So, no. It wasn’t obvious. No matter how much I wanted to think it was.
And I wanted to be wrong, but there were so many clues pointing to the worst.
And my distrust for Dr. Freeman weighed heavily as I recounted them.
Hell, even one small thing that had always seemed to baffle me, was weighing me down, burdening me with horrific thoughts. The more I thought about it, the more I remembered that Dr. Freeman never—not even once—gave us updates on whether or not the chemotherapy was even working.
It was an aggressive disease, sure, but didn’t doctors usually give people updates on whether or not treatments were working?
As far as I knew, Dr. Freeman hadn’t said anything at all.
And hell, it all made sense now that we knew there wasn’t even any cancer to battle to begin with!
No cancer; yet, Derek’s organs were beginning to fail—and Dr. Lawrence thought it might be because of some sort of toxin! So I guess the main question on my mind was, was Dr. Freeman poisoning him? Was he feeding him some sort of toxin?
And if he was, what the hell did he have to gain from hurting Derek?
But I knew that he was poisoning Derek…
Somewhere deep inside of me, I was sure.
I just had to prove it.
Chapter 3
“You have got to stop this,” Mama snapped. “Derek’s sick!”
I hated that everyone kept reminding me of the fact that he was sick. I fucking knew that he was sick! That’s why I was so crazy to find out the truth! The real truth!
I had just finished telling her about my suspicions with Dr. Freeman and asked advice on how to prove my suspicions to be true. Needless to say, it didn’t go over very well.
We sat in the living room of my apartment, curled up on the couch with the adorable Golden retriever pup that I had grown to love. And just as I was about to speak again, to defend myself, to show her my side of it all, she continued. “You can’t blame others for him being ill, Zoe.”
She sighed, a tear flowing down her cheek. “Lord knows I tried to blame enough people when your dad was sick.”
“But the diagnosis was false,” I whispered, just beneath my breath, still apparently trying to defend myself, although I knew it wouldn’t do any good.
“Who is to say?” she said. “You still need to get another opinion!” I could tell that she still hadn’t jumped on the whole Derek-doesn’t-have-cancer bandwagon, let alone on any sort of bandwagon that even remotely accused a doctor of poisoning a patient.
The truth was, she didn’t have hope for recovery; and as much as it pained me to see her give up on Derek, I understood why.
Back when my daddy was sick, Mama had so much faith that he was gonna make it…
But he didn’t.
She had already gone through her bout of disappointment. I knew that she had suffered because of what happened to Daddy; and she was reminded of that disappointment and sadness every day since it happened. Hell, she was bed-ridden with a broken heart for nearly a year after it happened.
I knew she couldn’t get her hopes up with another seemingly hopeless situation.
“I mean, the doctor said that he couldn’t come up with any logical conclusion,” she continued, trying to make her point.
And as much as I hated to admit it, she was right. Dr. Lawrence wasn’t able to give a logical conclusion.
“He said he was testing him for poisonous toxins, though.”
“Well, get the blood results back and then get a third opinion…no matter the outcome.”
I sighed, knowing she was right. I knew that no matter what the test said, we’d need a third opinion. You can’t have two different doctors with two different opinions and only take the word of one of them.
You had to have a majority ruling.
And Derek, I knew, would agree. After we heard from the doctor…which didn’t take long.
In fact, later that day, almost as soon as I walked into Derek’s apartment, his phone rang, and Dr. Lawrence’s number
It was the reality.
So, no. It wasn’t obvious. No matter how much I wanted to think it was.
And I wanted to be wrong, but there were so many clues pointing to the worst.
And my distrust for Dr. Freeman weighed heavily as I recounted them.
Hell, even one small thing that had always seemed to baffle me, was weighing me down, burdening me with horrific thoughts. The more I thought about it, the more I remembered that Dr. Freeman never—not even once—gave us updates on whether or not the chemotherapy was even working.
It was an aggressive disease, sure, but didn’t doctors usually give people updates on whether or not treatments were working?
As far as I knew, Dr. Freeman hadn’t said anything at all.
And hell, it all made sense now that we knew there wasn’t even any cancer to battle to begin with!
No cancer; yet, Derek’s organs were beginning to fail—and Dr. Lawrence thought it might be because of some sort of toxin! So I guess the main question on my mind was, was Dr. Freeman poisoning him? Was he feeding him some sort of toxin?
And if he was, what the hell did he have to gain from hurting Derek?
But I knew that he was poisoning Derek…
Somewhere deep inside of me, I was sure.
I just had to prove it.
Chapter 3
“You have got to stop this,” Mama snapped. “Derek’s sick!”
I hated that everyone kept reminding me of the fact that he was sick. I fucking knew that he was sick! That’s why I was so crazy to find out the truth! The real truth!
I had just finished telling her about my suspicions with Dr. Freeman and asked advice on how to prove my suspicions to be true. Needless to say, it didn’t go over very well.
We sat in the living room of my apartment, curled up on the couch with the adorable Golden retriever pup that I had grown to love. And just as I was about to speak again, to defend myself, to show her my side of it all, she continued. “You can’t blame others for him being ill, Zoe.”
She sighed, a tear flowing down her cheek. “Lord knows I tried to blame enough people when your dad was sick.”
“But the diagnosis was false,” I whispered, just beneath my breath, still apparently trying to defend myself, although I knew it wouldn’t do any good.
“Who is to say?” she said. “You still need to get another opinion!” I could tell that she still hadn’t jumped on the whole Derek-doesn’t-have-cancer bandwagon, let alone on any sort of bandwagon that even remotely accused a doctor of poisoning a patient.
The truth was, she didn’t have hope for recovery; and as much as it pained me to see her give up on Derek, I understood why.
Back when my daddy was sick, Mama had so much faith that he was gonna make it…
But he didn’t.
She had already gone through her bout of disappointment. I knew that she had suffered because of what happened to Daddy; and she was reminded of that disappointment and sadness every day since it happened. Hell, she was bed-ridden with a broken heart for nearly a year after it happened.
I knew she couldn’t get her hopes up with another seemingly hopeless situation.
“I mean, the doctor said that he couldn’t come up with any logical conclusion,” she continued, trying to make her point.
And as much as I hated to admit it, she was right. Dr. Lawrence wasn’t able to give a logical conclusion.
“He said he was testing him for poisonous toxins, though.”
“Well, get the blood results back and then get a third opinion…no matter the outcome.”
I sighed, knowing she was right. I knew that no matter what the test said, we’d need a third opinion. You can’t have two different doctors with two different opinions and only take the word of one of them.
You had to have a majority ruling.
And Derek, I knew, would agree. After we heard from the doctor…which didn’t take long.
In fact, later that day, almost as soon as I walked into Derek’s apartment, his phone rang, and Dr. Lawrence’s number
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