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“One day more, huh, doc?” Dimmock wheezed, looking at the charts the doctor had shown him.
“Most likely, yes,” the man said. “I’m sorry. We can’t operate- too dangerous.”
Dimmock chuckled, then coughed. “God, well, thanks, I guess…”
“I really am sorry.”
“Don’t be. This is a lot better than going the way I thought I would.”
“And what’s that?”
“Suicide.”
The doctor isn’t really sure how to react to that, so he simply nods and leaves. Dimmock sighs and fumbles for his mobile, then calls his sister-in-law. She picks up on the first ring.
“Hi, Iain!” she says, her voice cheery. “I was wondering when you might call. How are you?”
Dimmock swallows, then replies regretfully, “I’m in the hospital, Sandy… I just got shot.”
“Oh my god! Where?! Are you alright now?!”
“Chest… Doc says I probably won’t live past today.”
“Oh my god...”
He can hear her back slump against the wall, then her struggle not to cry. Susan’s voice is in the background.
“Who is it, Mommy?“
“Your uncle, dear.”
“Can I talk to him?”
She pauses. “Susan wants to talk to you. Just… don’t tell her, okay?”
“Yes, Sandy,” he replies with a sad sigh. He hears the phone pass hands, and then-
“Hi, Uncle!”
“Hey, Sunshine! How are you today?”
“I’m great! Mindy and Em and I are gonna see ‘The Nutcracker’ tonight!”
“That sounds great. I wish I could come.”
“I wish you could, too… maybe next time!”
“Maybe…”
He hates lying, especially to Susan. The ten-year-old doesn’t deserve this. Neither do her sisters.
“Em wants to talk now. I love you!”
“I love you, too, Sunshine.”
He hears the phone switching hands again.
“Hey, Uncle!” Emmaline’s exuberant voice greets over the phone. It makes Dimmock chuckle.
“Wow, you sure sound excited about something.”
“I just got a new set of paints, and they’re fantastic! I’ve already made some great pieces!”
“Well, I’m not surprised.”
“Mindyyyy! I don’t want to pass the phone! Ugh, fine. Here’s Mindy. Love you!”
“I love you, too.”
“Hello, Uncle.”
“Hey, Miranda. How’s my future D.I. doing?”
“Alright. I’m surrounded by hyper little girls, as per usual.”
Dimmock laughs, then coughs.
“You okay?” Miranda asks, worried.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” he lies.
“Alright, then… We’ve gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”
“Alright. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
The phone goes dead, and Dimmock wonders how long it will take before he flatlines.
“Most likely, yes,” the man said. “I’m sorry. We can’t operate- too dangerous.”
Dimmock chuckled, then coughed. “God, well, thanks, I guess…”
“I really am sorry.”
“Don’t be. This is a lot better than going the way I thought I would.”
“And what’s that?”
“Suicide.”
The doctor isn’t really sure how to react to that, so he simply nods and leaves. Dimmock sighs and fumbles for his mobile, then calls his sister-in-law. She picks up on the first ring.
“Hi, Iain!” she says, her voice cheery. “I was wondering when you might call. How are you?”
Dimmock swallows, then replies regretfully, “I’m in the hospital, Sandy… I just got shot.”
“Oh my god! Where?! Are you alright now?!”
“Chest… Doc says I probably won’t live past today.”
“Oh my god...”
He can hear her back slump against the wall, then her struggle not to cry. Susan’s voice is in the background.
“Who is it, Mommy?“
“Your uncle, dear.”
“Can I talk to him?”
She pauses. “Susan wants to talk to you. Just… don’t tell her, okay?”
“Yes, Sandy,” he replies with a sad sigh. He hears the phone pass hands, and then-
“Hi, Uncle!”
“Hey, Sunshine! How are you today?”
“I’m great! Mindy and Em and I are gonna see ‘The Nutcracker’ tonight!”
“That sounds great. I wish I could come.”
“I wish you could, too… maybe next time!”
“Maybe…”
He hates lying, especially to Susan. The ten-year-old doesn’t deserve this. Neither do her sisters.
“Em wants to talk now. I love you!”
“I love you, too, Sunshine.”
He hears the phone switching hands again.
“Hey, Uncle!” Emmaline’s exuberant voice greets over the phone. It makes Dimmock chuckle.
“Wow, you sure sound excited about something.”
“I just got a new set of paints, and they’re fantastic! I’ve already made some great pieces!”
“Well, I’m not surprised.”
“Mindyyyy! I don’t want to pass the phone! Ugh, fine. Here’s Mindy. Love you!”
“I love you, too.”
“Hello, Uncle.”
“Hey, Miranda. How’s my future D.I. doing?”
“Alright. I’m surrounded by hyper little girls, as per usual.”
Dimmock laughs, then coughs.
“You okay?” Miranda asks, worried.
“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” he lies.
“Alright, then… We’ve gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”
“Alright. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
The phone goes dead, and Dimmock wonders how long it will take before he flatlines.
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Kind of crappy, I apologise. Just a little drabble for a prompt on tumblr. (Yes, my Dimmock has a tumblr now- [link]). I was kind of lazy with it... XD The prompt was part of a batch based on titles of Les Mis songs. Couldn't say no to that! And sorry if it's confusing to read... if anyone wants me to, I'll go back and italicize the parts over the phone.
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Damn it! DAMN IT. You... you EVIL person. My heart, you breaks it, you do! Damn you and your Dimmock, I love him so much, must you KILL HIM ALL THE TIME!!!!! Tears. 