Martha's p.o.v
I was nervous. Super Nervous as we sat in the doctor's office.
"Are you okay?" Lucas asked beside me in a whisper.
"Yes," I answered then put my hands together on my laps.
I was scared, very scared as well. What if the doctor told me I was dying soon, perhaps later. How could I handle the news?. I would cry myself to death again.
"Honey, he is my childhood friend who is very respectful and kind. He won't do or say anything stupid okay. Just trust in me." He said then moved his hand and linked it to mine.
"I do trust you, Lucas, it's just that I'm nervous and scared." I answered honestly.
"You don't have to be sweetheart." He said.
"What if he tells me I'll die soon?" I asked seriously.
He stood up from his seat. Knelt down in front of me and pressed both of his hand
