An Unfortunate Accident

...Kati POV...

I look at Dr. Wilson in horror as he utters that one single word. I am even scared to ask what has him so shocked, and may I even say that he looks slightly embarrassed. Do I truly want to know what is in that file now? Is there something that Dr. Wilson has not told us about? Is it more bad news so soon? So I look at Dr. Wilson, somewhat confused.

"What is wrong?"

"Uhm…I must apologize, Kati, but it seems that my assistant has put the wrong results in your file."

"What do you mean wrong results?"

"The tests you did the last time you were here; these are not the results for them. This belongs to another patient."

And before I can even demand answers, Sebastian interrupts me. Now, if I say that he is not boiling over with anger, then that would be a lie. I can see the fury burning hot behind those brown eyes; I have never in all my time that I have known him, seen him so mad at anyone.

"What do you mean those belong to another patient? Do you want to tell me that this whole time we thought we knew what this cancer was doing, we actually did not?"

"I am afraid to say that we have been working on the wrong information."

"You think! The wrong information! Try playing with someone's life that already has so little time!"

"I am sorry Sebastian, I feel embarrassed to say that this is the very first time that such a thing has happened to me."

"I do not quite care for sorry's and embarrassment. What if there was something that we could have done, but now it is too late! What are you going to do about that?"

"We will see what these next tests say."

Just hearing Dr. Wilson say tests it drives me absolutely to anger. I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs every time I hear that dreadful word. All they want to do is test and probe and do whatever they think is necessary to give you the answers that you are looking for. Well, it does not seem that they can even get that right. So before Sebastian kills Dr. Wilson, I ask him politely to leave us for a moment alone.

I look at Sebastian, and I can see something there that I have never seen before; he feels that for once he has been defeated, this cancer has finally won. But as I know him, that is only short-lived as soon he smiles at me again. There is newfound hope in his eyes. I know what he is thinking; this might mean that things are far better than they do appear after all.

If this gives him hope, let it be the hope that he shall find.

…Sebastian POV…

I cannot believe that Dr. Wilson can sit here and tell me that the wrong person's results are in Kati's file, and all that he can say is sorry. What if the real tests meant that she had one week less? We would have placed our hope on something that was not a certainty. I am so tired of these pieces of paper that they throw around that tell you how a person should feel and what they think their bodies are capable of.

Should I feel defeated by an unfortunate accident, or is this a sign that there is some sort of hope for us after all? I don't even want to think that we would have never known about this if we did not come to the hospital. Yes, it would have come as a pleasant surprise to see her get more time than what was said but to think losing her far sooner is something I know not one single sorry can ever make up for.

So as I look at Kati, I do see that sparkle in her eyes; it does seem that she also has that hope that things might be better than we actually thought. Now in saying this, something is very wrong; maybe the real tests will tell as that she does not have much longer. But I do not want to be the one to take her hope away, for I need it just as much as she does.

"Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Sebastian, how can they make such a big mistake? Don't they understand that they are playing with someone's life?"

"I don't think they know how terrifying it is unless you experience and live it yourself. People take for granted how blessed they are for being healthy and do not have the looming certainty of death."

"Do you think the tests will show that I am getting better?"

"I believe that we should not stop hoping for a miracle. This must be a sign; fate must have a different plan for us."

…Kati POV…

I do want to believe everything that Sebastian says, but he is right that you will never know the pain that someone can feel unless you have felt it for yourself. They say that some people tempt fate and play with their lives; well, I want fate to bring me back my life. I am tired of walking in the footsteps of someone that feels pain constantly in their lives.

But one thing about Sebastian and me, we might be living in this loop of uncertainty and pain, but we still smile, and we still know that no matter what gets thrown our way, it is only love that matters. Sometimes we just need to remember ourselves.

"I love you, Sebastian; I know that everything will be okay?"

"Me too; I know that we will live and breathe for another day. What do you say I go get you some of those ice cream? Are you going to be okay if I go away for five minutes?"

"Yes, silly, I am not that attached to you."

"You might not be, but I am."

While Sebastian quickly runs off to get us some of that ice cream, I am going to take a quick shower. I will show him that I can still do something for myself. So is slide my legs off the bed and wait a few moments for +.my legs to get steady before I head off to the shower with my towel in clothes in my hand. But just as I am about to turn the corner, I hear a familiar voice.

"What do you think you are doing?

"I was going to take a shower."

"Not without me."

I chuckle at the serious face that he pulls as he follows me into the bathroom.

As I step into the shower, it feels like little angels dancing on my skin; each little drop washes away the hurt that we experience only a short while ago. I know he is there. He doesn't have to say a word. I can feel his eyes watching me as I shower. My eyes remain closed as I let the water stream down my face.

When I finally open my eyes, I see him slip off his black underwear and step into the shower with me. He is a sight to behold, especially when he is standing naked in front of me. I step back to allow the showerhead to spray him with droplets that do nothing but accentuate his strong shoulders, glisten off his arms and trickle down his chest.

I watch as he smiles and gently bites down into his bottom lip. I know what he is about to do, and am I going to let him do whatever he desires. He easily picks my tiny frame up and places me against the wall; I wrap my legs around his back.

I kiss him on the lips. What starts as an innocent peck turns into an instant hunger. His arms grip around me tighter as he presses me even harder against the wall. My arms are around his neck as our lips melt into one. We stay locked in a passionate kiss for what is more than a natural ten minutes.

He lets go of my legs and drops me gently to the floor. He grabs a towel and steps out of the shower. Then...he wraps the towel around his. He lifts me off my feet and carries me to the room.

As we step inside, Dr. Wilson is waiting for us with a file in his hands.

"I have the tests back."