A/N: So, I'm finally back to writing on thanks in large part to nottowaywolf who pushed me to put my Godric story up on here :) Excited to start up writing for you guys on here again so enjoy!
Chapter Song: Breathe Me by Sia
Disclaimer: I own nada except for Galen and Celia (basically any characters you don't know) *le sigh*
Preface: I Think That I Might Break
"I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, Ms. Frost, but you have a rare form of heart cancer. It is incurable and inoperable. I am terribly sorry." Dr. Sing, Galen's physician, informed her looking every bit as sad for her as a blade of grass would.
"How long?" Galen found herself asking without any emotion.
"Six months, I'm afraid. You are welcome to check into a hospice if you don't want to pass-"
"Thank you, Dr. Sing." And with that, Galen left the doctor's office. She fought her hardest not to cry as she stood on the rainy streets of New York trying to hail a cab. It was nearly 7p.m. and already it looked like midnight outside.
"Taxi!" she yelled, but her heart just wasn't in it (no pun intended). Just then, someone was standing next to her. She looked over and saw a boy who was probably three inches taller than her, looking at her with brilliant blue eyes. He smiled at her.
"Let me help you." he said. Just then, he yelled out for a taxi, sticking his hand out. A taxi immediately stopped for her. She looked over at him at smiled.
"Thanks, Mr..."
"Godric. My name is Godric." he said with a genuine smile. His pale skin didn't look so pale under the street lights.
"Well, thank you, Godric. My name is Galen. It's nice to meet you." Galen replied. Just then, she had a violent coughing fit, which resulted in her coughing up pink, frothy spit on the ground. She doubled over, dry heaving.
Godric carried her into the cab and closed the door. "Your address?" he asked Galen while she wasn't coughing.
"2334 Franklin Avenue."
The cab driver nodded and drove quickly. Meanwhile, Godric sat int he backseat, a coughing Galen in his lap.
"I'm sorry, Godric. This is probably really gross, but it's not my fault. I promise." Galen said before coughing again.
Godric looked at her with concern. "Are you sick?" he asked seriously.
Galen bit her lip, drawing blood , as she coughed again. Her throat was practically scratched.
She never answered Godric.
A/N: So, very short for a preface but Chapter 1 will most definitely be following :) Leave reviews 3