I'm waiting in the emergency room. Fluorescent lights illuminate the sickly sterile floor, casting ghoulish reflections on the wall. The woman next to me coughs, and I shirk back.
"Sampson, Lila?" A plainly pleasant voice calls out. I blink before I get up.
The soles of my shoes stick to the floor, slick with residual cleaning fluid. My fingers have fallen asleep, pinpricks careen up through the tips.
"How is he doing," I ask, feeling disembodied. "Has it grown back?"


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elizabeth (joined about 9 years ago)

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fiction realism


sterility blankness


Prompt (write a story including these elements)

hero Doctor
villain Metastasis
goal Out, damn tumor, out!
Prompt suggested by Galen


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