3. story- my perspective

I arrived at the doctor, and without waiting we were escorted to the x-ray room. A lady in a pink nurse outfit settled at my side lifting my aching leg onto the somewhat high table. In the dark room I felt so alone. Not the feeling I should have on my birthday. With a flash of light, I shuddered back into reality. The nurse, along with my mom, was waiting to help me to the room where I would wait for the results. I waited patiently for the slow doctor while he took his time. I shimmer of hope crossed my mind when he poked his head in the room, only to ruin it by saying he had to run more tests? His worried expression provoked a question I normally wouldn’t have asked. What other kind of tests could he run? Didn't he just have to look at a picture of my leg and tell me if I needed a cast or not? But of course with my luck, nothing is ever that simple. An hour passed, and with the time still ticking on I became very anxious. I wondered what was going on and why was it taking so long? As I finished these last thoughts the doctor came to retrieve my mom for the room. They left together, leaving the door slightly cracked. Being the curious and impatient person I am, I listened carefully to the conversation going on out in the hall. I heard low mummers and quiet sobs, someone was crying. It was my mom? I listened more carefully now hearing what the doctor was saying for the first time. "The hole here, it gives us concern. We don’t have the equipment here to test her, but it looks like a developing bone cancer cell." I stopped. Everything around me stopped. Not caring what else the doctor had to say I started crying. My whole world was ending and for the first time I was truly and utterly scared, for my life.