Love For Hire

“Right this way, Your Majesty,” the nurse at the desk said as she led him and Brutus into Dr. Horton’s office. “Please take a seat,” he reached around until he felt the chair. Sitting down, he told Brutus to lay down, and he did so at Nicholas’ feet. He heard the nurse’s footsteps as she left the room, and then he heard Dr. Horton come into the room.

“Your Majesty,” He heard the doctor’s voice. “How are you feeling?”

“Same as always.”

“Have you been eating?”

“Yes,” not that it made him feel any better. It had been five days since he’d seen Dr. Horton, and he had been violently ill every day along with terrible headaches, cramping in both his stomach and muscles.

“Good to hear. Well, I scheduled the ultrasound for a week from Monday.”

“That is not why I am here.”

“Oh, then why are you here?” Dr. Horton asked with interest.

“My eye,” he said. “There has to be something, anything we can do to restore my vision. I have heard that sometimes an organ transplant can help the blind see.”

“Well, yes, that is true.”

“Then let’s do that.”

nothing wrong with your eyes. The organ itself is fine and healthy. The problem is the large tumour pressing on your optic nerve. So long as that tumour exists, you will not see. And as it grows, it will

“Then, cut it out.”

brain has rendered it inoperable. I cannot cut it out

we can do. There is

can try chemotherapy. With radiation treatment, it might be possible to shrink the tumour, and if we can make it small enough, it might reduce the pressure on the nerve and possibly restore your

try that,” Nicholas

must warn you there are

“I am already fatigued.”

Nicholas shrugged. He already suffered that daily. “Digestive problems, dry or sore throat or mouth, cough or shortness of breath, dry/red or itchy skin,

to be miserable,” Nicholas said.

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asked in disbelief as she sat next to Nicholas at the table. Matthew was trying not to smile. Nicholas had just told the whole family at dinner that he had gone and agreed to chemotherapy in an attempt to reduce the tumour

would weather them. Personally, Matthew was giddy about the whole idea. The chemotherapy would mask the side effects of the poison he was slipping his brother. He was already showing symptoms, but as anticipated, the

and how Nicholas was feeling. It was all a trick giving Matthew the opportunity to poison his brother’s bourbon. After drinks, Nicholas would retire to his room, and so would Matthew. His room was right next to his brothers, and listening to Nicholas get violently ill all night was like music to Matthew’s ears. Now, this Chemotherapy was like icing on the cake.

treatments, the tumour might shrink and relieve the pressure on my optic nerve. I might get