Prostate cancer

Nyxie stood in front of the door that would lead her to her father. She tried to imagine every possible scenario that she could be placed in, in a few moments. The first one contained her dad looking tired and falling asleep while she wanted to talk to him. The second, of him coughing up blood, barely able to breathe by himself. The third, fourth, and fifth were fairly similar, all of which would have her father almost dying on his bed, groaning in pain every time he moved, only that every scenario got worse and worse. In one, only his head could not move, yet in another, he had lost control of his body entirely.

Nyxie, taking a deep breath suddenly, shook her head, almost completely aware that none of the last scenarios were true. She decided just to go for it and enter the room as fast as possible.