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.”

and healthy. The problem is the large tumour

“Then, cut it out.”

the location of the tumour in your brain has rendered it inoperable.

is always

might be possible to shrink the tumour, and if we

try

must warn you there are side

“I am already fatigued.”

or sore throat or mouth,

it is going to be miserable,” Nicholas said. “When do we

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sat next to Nicholas at the table. Matthew was trying not to smile. Nicholas had just told the whole

idea. The chemotherapy would mask the side effects of the poison he

was eating more than he used to, he still ate very little, so slipping the poison in his food was not smart. But Matthew had taken to sharing a drink with Nicholas after dinner each night. They talked about the future 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. It honestly could

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