11 Ten*

They entered, and Christine was pulling a wheelchair with her. "You may use this if necessary. Since she can walk by herself without feeling too dizzy, I believe you can just have her take a few walks every day. However, there is always a chance that she would feel sick."

She slid it into its space beside the bed and the chair. Taking a close look, I was able to see that it can hold an oxygen tank — if necessary, which I think would be a must in the future — for a nasal cannula. I tried not to think too much about the future of hers I know a little too well. The future is too depressing and I had wished to not think too much about the ending I don't want to know at the moment. The place could have some of her belongings, which I see most were in this room already. I assumed that her parents were the ones to pack and leave them here.

"Your parents left that luggage, by the way. The other things are packed in a few boxes, and they sent that by mail. All of the stuff here is the stuff you use, and the boxes will be clothes, which I doubt you'll be wearing in the future." My uncle told her, confirming my suspicions.

"Lucas will help you unpack, and you can just tell him where to put each of them, or do it by yourself. Since it's a bit late, we'll begin the tests tomorrow. We'll begin work with Irinotecan and cisplatin, and I'll try the Iritocena with carboplatin. If your cancer doesn't respond to both of them, I guess we would have to try with Topotecan or lurbinectedin. It would be more helpful if we can cut things with the two combinations at the front, but we'll have to see to make sure. I'll tell you about the drugs tomorrow, so just try to get a bit of rest today. Dinner will be out soon."

I looked at the clock, shocked to find out that it was already 6 pm. Dinner usually comes out by 6:30, and doctors leave to work on papers and such around that time as well. My uncle just patted Dawn on the shoulder and rubbed my hair as he left, the PN following him closely.

I met eyes with Dawn who looked a bit tired. I guess I shouldn't have made her speed-walk since that could tire her lungs and body. "Should I help you unpack or would you like to do it yourself? We could do it after dinner if you'd like and I'll be going down to the cafeteria to eat while you eat here. Would you like me to get something for you?"

Dawn's eyes slightly lit up — probably thinking of a snack she likes — and said, "Is it okay if I get fruits? Tangerines, maybe? Can I eat dried apples?"

"It's alright, but dried fruits are advised to be eaten in small portions. I can request your PN to have the apples as desserts, from the next meal if you'd like."

She nodded enthusiastically, which was a good thing as cancer patients usually have a low appetite. "I think I'll get a sandwich, so just give me a call if something happens or if you feel unwell. If you press the call button on the side of your bed, that would connect to your PN, so you could use that button as well."

Dawn nodded and I got my jacket, getting prepared to leave the room. That was when the door slid open, with Christine holding the tray that contained Dawn's dinner. From what I could see, there was a bowl of oatmeal and a fruit salad as a side dish. I was glad to find that this was very nutritious and whispered to her PN, "She wants to have apples for dessert in the mornings. You can ask what she'd like to have for the other meals since I doubt apples are good for her health when eaten at night. I'll be at the cafeteria to pick up a sandwich and tangerines for her."

Christine nodded, dismissing me and place the food on the desk for Dawn. I took one last look at her and then headed down the stairs to the cafeteria.