FORGIVE ME, PLEASE.

~Aria Monroe's Pov~

I stare at the almost lifeless soul on the bed. My heart shattered into pieces, I couldn't believe that the most jovial and important piece of me is laying there extremely sick and in need of immediate treatment—My mother.

I gently close the door behind me as I followed the doctor to his office. He had a serious expression on his face which dictates that the sickness was more serious than I might had imagined. I sighed as I encouraged myself silently.

" Sit down Miss" the man said to me as soon as we entered his office,he gestured to where I could sit. I didn't hesitate as my mind has drifted apart and the chair was the only support I could get at the moment to calm my self.

" So what is the problem doctor? She was doing okay before I left for work this morning. I....I mean I'm surprised" the tears in my eyes couldn't hold itself any longer as I let it flow down my cheeks.

The doctor looked at me, I could see the pity in his eyes, it spoke more words than anything he would say next.

" She has a terminal sickness called Hodgkin's Lymphoma and would need an immediate surgery. it is a type of blood cancer that starts in the lymphatic system causing the white blood cells to abnormally grow in an uncontrolled manner, if not treated soon the cancer cell will overtake the bone marrow causing infection, uncontrollable bleeding and death".

That was a whole lot for me to digest in. I didn't have an idea of what he said but I could swear i understood that this was more critical than the usual sickness. I had stopped sobbing but the more I think about it, the more I feel disheartened.

" So how much does it cost?" I took up the courage to ask.

" It's pretty much" he replied, I could hear a bit of disdain in his voice like he knew I couldn't afford it. my dressing wasn't even top par to complain.

" Like how much?"

He observed me for a while, that look only meant one thing—.

" About five hundred thousand dollars thereabout for a start. This does not include further treatment. An autologous transplant would be required given the fact that she isn't young either and it's less riskier".

" Five what?—" My eyes widened in disbelief, I could not say it out completely. How much do I make from my daily work about twenty to fifty dollars thereabout per job. How much more will I have to work to make five hundred in thousands?.

I sighed and let the tears flow freely. i probably looked weak in the doctor's sight but what could I possibly do. My mother is the only part of family that I have and I couldn't just loose her—How did she get this kind of illness?I couldn't stop asking myself.

" Okay" I say after a while. Determined to do whatever it takes to bring my mother back to her feet.

" When should i—".

" I'll keep you updated soon please just wait a little" I apologized to the doctor. He seemed like a good person but the hospital rules still stand.

" You have to be a bit fast or else she'll have nothing less than three months to live". he say as a matter of fact.

I nod as I left his office for my mother's ward. I make sure I clean my face from whatever tears that had appeared. I encourage myself as I open the doors to her ward gently and there she was the ever agile mum.

" Hey mum" I say as I walk in. She stare at me weakly, her smile as Intoxicating as the love I have for her. I quickly help her sit up as she gasp for breath. Her eyes wandered around the ward as she was utterly confused as to why she was here.

" Aria" she call out, her voice almost in a whisper.

" Yes mum" I answered. I have always been the most adorable treasure in my mother's heart as she always say.

" Why am I —"

" Relax mum don't overthink. You only fainted and I rushed you here so you could get checked up on". I immediately say.

She observed me, her gaze on every nook of my body. I felt nervous for a while as I cleared my throat diverting my attention to something else.

" And you brought me to the hospital? How much is the bill Aria?"

" Can you at least relax and take care of yourself at least. What's wrong in bringing you here as long as you're fine. I have it sorted out don't worry". I reassured her softly lying to my face. How could I possibly tell her that her sickness was way beyond my capacity at the moment.

" it's just a simple tiredness and stress nothing serious" she added softly. I froze for a moment—How I really wish it was.

She clears her throat not wanting to go in a debate with me cause she knew better.

" So what's wrong with me?". She inquires noticing the discomfort in my voice and act.

" N...nothing, j....just umm stress and yeah". I stammer not wanting to tell her what it really was as I went to the table by my side pouring the hot porridge into a bowl for her to eat.

"O...okay". I knew at once that she had noticed. Oh gosh I'm so bad at pretending.

I handed the bowl of porridge to her as I gestured for her to eat.

" Can we at least go home?". her nostrils raising in disgust of the steriles and injections.

" I'm afraid not". I say with a straight face averting my gaze.

" Why?" her brow raised questionably.

" The doctor said you need to relax" This lie almost made me want to dig a hole for myself.

Just then a call entered—One that i Ieast expected at the moment.