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Doctor

The doctor was incredibly comforting, but Erin's hands were still shaking as I held them. She looked familiar, somehow, but I couldn't tell why.
"I know what you're thinking," she said, "no one wants to hear the c-word. And there's no saying that you will. There are so many things that this lump could be, and most are very easily fixed."
I nodded. Erin didn't look reassured, "but what if it is cancer? What happens then?"
"Well, if it does turn out to be a cancerous tumour, it's still a very small lump, and chances are we could just cut it out... I'm a cancer survivor myself," she confided, speaking gently, "if the worst does happen, you can get through it. But let's not be negative. Like I said, the chances of it being cancer are very small."
I suddenly realised who the doctor was. "You came into the tattoo studio," I remembered, "you were really nice after that guy was... Well, not."
"Oh, yeah," she nodded, "listen, you seem like a really nice couple. I hope things turn out okay. I'll book you in for a scan at the hospital, that'll work out what's wrong."
"Thank you," Erin tried to smile.
"See?" I squeezed her hand, "everything will be okay."
She squeezed back like she didn't want to let go.