Time is Relative

D-100

"There is a tumour in the frontal lobe of your brain." He looked at the man unfazed by the information being told. "I suspect that it's glioblastoma multiforme, which is the cause of your dizziness, headaches and vomiting. We can find out more and diagnose it properly through a biopsy." He stared at the scan. "But the location of your tumours aren't ideal," The doctor concluded. 

The young man, Ayuzawa Yuzuru, just nodded, listening carefully to each and every word his doctor was telling him. Absorbing everything. "I see." Staring at the scan, he looked at his brain. "Do you by any chance perform the biopsy on a weekend?"

"I do but that's not the topic of discussion right now," His doctor replied, his tone serious.

Leaning, Yuzuru squinted, his eyes not leaving the scans. "How many days would it take to do the biopsy?"

His doctor turned in his chair, and pointed at the scan with his laser pointer, circling the said tumours, "Well with the size of the tumour, the surgery will take a couple of hours. The final results will take at least 3-4 days and hospitalisation for a day or two. So you’ll need about a week?"

"That won't work," Yuzuru relaxed back on the chair, still staring at the scan. His doctor leaned across from his seat, blocking the view. His eyebrows furrowed, expression blanked. "I can't, Chief Hinata."

Stumbling out of his seat, the doctor pulled out the scan from the viewer, looking at him, amused, "You 'can't' do the biopsy?"

Yuzuru nodded casually, not emphasising the importance of the procedure. "I need to focus on college right now and I've already used up most of my vacation days at work. So, I don't want to take a week off."

Sitting back down, a little exhausted by the debate, his doctor looked him in the eye, "Shouldn't you put your health before your work or studies?"

A small smile was playing on his lips, which mused his doctor, "I'm not sure. Anyway, I can't take a week off for the surgery."

Hinata leaned back on his chair, sighing deeply, "Then, let's not do the test." Yuzuru stared at him surprised. "Let's say it is a glioblastoma. An aggressive type of cancer, if I may add. If you get the treatment and surgery, you'll have a year. Without it, you'll have 3 to 4 months. Probably a hundred days minimum. And keep in mind with treatment you might not be able to live normally for that year either." He took in the words carefully. "You may suffer from hemiplegia, a speech disorder, a cognitive disorder and more. Getting a brain biopsy can be risky enough."

"Is it risky?"

"Yes."

"Will I die?"

"There is a probability."

Yuzuru hummed, grasping the situation. Slinging his bag on, he slowly got up. His doctor frowned as he saw him pull out an event report and place it on the desk. "You can take a look at the report for the event schedule and I'll also email you the report soon. Like I told you earlier, we made an agreement on the date with the station. I know you are a busy man, but you must appear for it next month." His doctor nodded. "I am aware of your profession but the event is right around the corner and I really would like for you to appear and not back out. Please keep working hard."

"Okay. I'll call you." Hinata shot up his head and looked at the young man, "You should give me a call too."

The smile on Yuzuru's face didn't fade. "Sure, Chief Hinata. And you were really nice today." The doctor was amused again. "Thank you for letting me skip the line for the MRI. Till then."

He bowed to him and headed for the door. "Ayuzawa-san," The doctor called, making him turn around. "Hang in there," Hinata tried to motivate him to be stronger.