Just (Don't) Do It

This is my one-shot for August's One-Shot Conest! Hope ya like it (:
I sat, hands folded in my lap. People hurried past me in the corridor, not concerned with me or my troubles. My mother sat next to me, rubbing my back comfortingly. She was probably more nervous than I was. Nervous for what? The answers. The results. Whether I tested positive.
After sitting in the waiting room for a while, Doctor Rosling, or "Joe" as he had told me to call him, came in. "If I could speak to Mrs. Towers alone for a moment.." The tone of his voice was not comforting. My mother nodded, worry showing on her face.
"I'll be right back, Lizzie. It'll just take a minute," she said, trying to keep me calmer than she was. I nodded silently. They left the room and the door clicked shut. I was alone.
What could he be telling her? That I tested positive for pancreatic cancer and I'm going to die within months? Or that I'm perfectly fine, and I just have a little bug? I needed answers. And I needed them now.
Why would he only tell her? Just because I'm young doesn't mean that I don't understand. And hey, fifteen isn't that young. To have cancer, yeah, but I can't take it. Just freaking tell me the results. Just freaking answer me!
After what seemed like hours the door finally opened. My mom was crying. That isn't a good sign. Doctor Rosling sighed. "Would you like me to tell her?" he asked my mother. She nodded, and her body shook with sobs once again. After waiting so long for answers, I knew what was coming, and I didn't want to hear it. "Elizabeth, our tests showed that you are diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I'm sorry."
I shook my head, holding in my tears. "How long do I have to live?" I asked quietly.
"We're not sure. It's somewhere between one month and three months, untreated. We can try to treat it, and at least hold it back a while longer," he replied.
A single tear rolled down my cheek. These weren't the answers I wanted.
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