A/N: I've had this sitting around for ages! I don't think I'll finish Skyfall, it's messy as hell. I will try make a come back though.. So stay tuned. I thought I might as well post this, and just see what happens. Enjoy.
"I'm sorry, but the test results show you have lung cancer." Shaundi went numb. Her heart started beating faster, her throat tightened, Shaundi was sick to her stomach.
The Doctor lifted his eyes, and gazed at Shaundi. "Are you OK, miss?"
Shaundi nodded. "I'm fine, because I don't have lung cancer." She simply put.
"I'm sorry my dear, but I've looked over the test results countless times, there has been so mistake, I offer you my deepest apologises."
Shaundi pinched herself, feeling like she was slowly sinking, the horrible realisation washing over her. "You're wrong then, alright? I'm perfectly fine. I haven't smoked in ages, everyone knows that." Shaundi frowned, folded her arms and slouched in her seat, avoiding the Doctor's leer.
"But the results say otherwise," The Doctor replied, and Shaundi bolted to her feet, mouth open, feeling outraged.
"Bullshit." Shaundi gritted her teeth, slammed her fists against the table and sprang forward. Her fingers grasped the Doctor's tie and she violently pulled him forward, her narrow eyes were fixed on his petrified ones.
"Please- I know what it's like-" The Doctor squealed, sweat dripping from his furry brows. Shaundi chuckled, gripped his curly head of hair and smacked his face off the wooden table. The Doctor shrieked and stumbled backwards blindly, clutching his nose.
"You know what it's like, huh?" Shaundi laughed sarcastically, eyeing the blood dripping down the Doctor's nose. The brunette shot him a darker look and scowled, her designer heels clicking as she stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her.
"Fucking cancer!" Shaundi's scream echoed around the bathroom, stamping angrily on the glistening marble tiles. "Fuck that doctor, fuck those results, and fuck this whole entie hospital."
In a heated blaze her fist collided with the mirror above the gleaming sink, the glass burst sending shards everywhere. Blood trickled from her hand, and Shaundi hissed in agony. Drawing in a deep breath, the Saint ripped each shard one by one from her hand. Shaundi roared again in pain and kicked the door in pain, immediately she spun around and turned the tap, resting her bloody hand under the cold stream of water.
"I am so fucked," Shaundi sighed, the icy water cooling and numbing her hand. The girl's hands were quivering, and Shaundi realised how pale she was in what was left of the mirror. Shaundi felt the lump in her throat and the tears growing in her eyes. Suddenly she'd never never felt so alone.
"I have cancer." Shaundi said simply, backing away from the sink. She paused, letting it settle in. She promised herself she wouldn't cry. Unfortunately Shaundi broke the promise and slumped to her knees. "How the hell is this fair?"
The shock was too overwhelming, Shaundi felt her skin crawling. She was going to die alone - She'd never get to amble down the aisle in a stunning white dress, or wave goodbye as her child started their first day at school, or tell her grandchildren stories of her life. Everything was coming to a close.
Time just seemed to loose all meaning, and she just sat there, her mind blank and empty, until all her joints were stiff and hurting.
Shaundi remembered her leader chuckling. "You're just like Gat," The Boss said. It was the best compliment she'd ever gotten. Right now, Shaundi had to think and act like Johnny, what would he do?
Johnny would grab cancer by the collar, knee him in the face, chop off his balls and shove a grenade in his mouth. Johnny would fight, and now Shaundi would too.
Shaundi quickly scrambled to her feet, taking one last look in the broken mirror before she dabbed her eyes with tissue paper. This wasn't the end for her. She was a survivor. Time to do what survivors do. Shaundi clenched her fists, and gazed at her reflection.
"C'mon cancer, show me what you've got."