She took a deep breath to speak, which set her off into a terrible, heavy-sounding coughing fit.
It took a few long moments before she could finally talk again.
“I spoke to the doctor this morning,” she said, her voice weak. “The new treatment isn’t working, Conor.”
“The one from the yew tree?” “Yes.” Conor frowned. “How can it not be working?”
His mum swallowed. “Things have moved just too fast. It was a faint hope. And now there’s this infection–
“But how can it not be working?” Conor said again, almost like he was asking someone else.
“I know,” his mum said, her sad smile still there.
“Looking at that yew tree every day, it felt like I had a friend out there who’d help me if things got to their worst.”
Conor still had his arms crossed. “But it didn’t help.” His mum shook her head slightly.
She had a worried look on her face, and Conor understood that she was worried about him.
“So what happens now?” Conor asked. “What’s the next treatment?”
She didn’t answer. Which was an answer in itself. Conor said it out loud anyway. “There aren’t any more treatments.”
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