Chapter 93

And Dr Jayaraman was not a woman to beat around the bush. “It’s leukaemia.”

L—what? What?

“What?” Ali whispered at his elbow.

Yazid blinked as the room tilted for a sharp second. There was a roaring in his ears. Leukaemia. Leukaemia.He had cancer?

“I’ve sent your samples up to oncology for further testing and I will be consulting with Dr Williams this afternoon to start a treatment plan for you,” she said briskly. “But the lab were quite adamant that was what they found.”

“I have cancer,” Yazid whispered.

Ali made a strangled noise beside him.

“Yazid.” Her sharp demeanour softened. “I appreciate this is by no means good news, but there is a good element to it. Your symptoms are not advanced or severe, and you are in very good physical health otherwise. You are at an immediate advantage over the majority of cancer patients.”

Yazid wanted to hear her, but his brain felt stuck on that word. Leukaemia. He had leukaemia? That was crazy, he was twenty-five years old!