by BWWM Club
“Hey Chris,” Max said.
Her frown got even worse. “Don’t call me that,” she said.
“Come to see if I’m dying?” Max asked with a mouth twist of his own.
“Oh you wish you were that important to me. Gra sent me to bring you lunch.”
“Kind of you to go out of your way like this,” Max said still in that baiting tone.
“Actually, there is a faulty transformer I need to look at nearby. The hospital is on my way. So you want your lunch or not?”
Max shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one lurking in the doorway.”
Christine stepped into the room proffering a small square bag. She placed it on the table and unzipped it, unloading a plate piled with greens and covered with transparent foil. She put the plate on his bed table and then extracted another plate arranged with fish fingers and baked potato. Lastly, there was a container of sauce.
“Looks good,” Max said. “I don’t suppose there’s any wine in there.”
Christine just glared at him and then extracted a bottle of sparkling water. “That’s all you get,” she said sternly.
Max pouted like a baby. “Why?” he wailed.
Christine just ignored him and turned to leave.
“Hey Chris?” Max said. Christine turned around to glare at him.
“Thanks for the delivery,” he said.
Christine said nothing, just resumed her walk out of his room.
*****
The examination was not as horrible as Max imagined it would be, but the pain of having his intergluteal cleft penetrated was exacerbated by his mother calling his phone right after. Andrea, his personal assistant, usually fielded all calls from France just in case his mother was using someone else’s phone but she wasn’t here right now and Max had thought it was Martha…or Christine. So he hadn’t glanced at the caller ID before picking up. His mind might have been on the throbbing sensation emanating from his ass and maybe worried about the fact that bleeding was said to be a possible side effect of the procedure.
“Max mon cher,” his mother’s voice spread like a noxious cloud inside his head.
“Maman, what can I do for you?” Max replied.
“Je voulais juste voir comment vous faisiez mon cherie,” Claire Lestrange said. She wasn’t even French; she’d moved to France when she married Oscar Lestrange but she was originally from the Mid West. Max had gone to school in France, he’d spent only holidays in America until he joined Harvard University to pursue law and yet he didn’t keep dropping French words into his conversations like his mother did. He found her to be an extremely pretentious twat. Perhaps because she was little better than white trash before Oscar picked her up at a county fair one day and fancied himself in love with her. The honeymoon had lasted only long enough to produce one child and then Oscar and Claire Lestrange had gone their separate ways. Not too far though…Oscar wouldn’t grant her full custody and Claire was not about to let go of that child support.
“I am doing well thank you for asking Maman, however I’m very tired and I need my rest so I will talk to you another time,” he said hanging up before she could come up with the real reason for her call which probably involved some sob story about how she needed more money. Now that his father was dead, Max was in charge of his vast fortune in real estate and automotive parts. The latter had began as a passion of Oscar’s and had grown into a multi million dollar enterprise with an exclusive Formula One contract. That was in addition to his own businesses in America that mostly consisted of making deals and getting in on the ground floor of profitable ventures. His investment in the Fast and Furious franchise for example had netted him a pretty penny plus his company provided the parts for all the cars.
He’d said he was tired just to get rid of his mother but Max found himself drifting off to sleep soon after that phone call. He guessed this…whatever it was…was really taking it out of him.
*****
“It might be cancer,” Dr. Benson said looking solemn. “It might be just a severe case of prostatis. We have to be prepared-“
“Is it going to kill me Carlyle?” Max interrupted.
Dr. Benson sighed. “No. You’re in excellent health and this type of cancer is curable. But we’re jumping the gun here; the disease is not confirmed. The results of the biopsy are not out.”
“What does the treatment entail?” Max asked ignoring the disclaimers.
“It varies from watching the situation to aggressive radiotherapy,” Carlyle said.
“I vote for the latter,” Max said at once.
“We have to wait for the results Max,” Carlyle said with a tired sigh.
“What are the repercussions of treatment. Haven’t I heard something about impotence?”
Carlyle took a seat and crossed his legs. “Yes, impotence is a possible side effect, as well as sterility. There are also other effects and hence why we need to be sure before we go further,” he said sternly.
“Hey Carlyle, while we are waiting for results would it be possible for me to go home?” Max asked.
Dr. Benson thought about it. “I suppose Martha can watch over you just as well if not better than the nurses here. You cannot stay alone, she will have to board with you while you’re invalid,” he said.
Max rolled his eyes but nodded his acquiescence.
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