Austin Weaver's mission is to forget his balls and save his girlfriend from a monsterby Adam Marek / December 16, 2006 / Leave a comment
The ground shook and a sound like thunder shot through the city. Austin felt the vibrations travel through the floor beneath his feet and up the legs of the chair on which he sat. He’d never been so afraid. My world is ending, he thought.
The doctor looked around, as if the source of the tremor could be found within his office. “You should have come as soon as you noticed the lump,” he said. “I’m not a specialist, but your cough and backache indicate that the cancer may have spread from your testes to your lungs and lymph nodes.”
Austin looked at him and the beginnings of a word formed on his lips, but the rest of his body was inert and no sound escaped him.
“I’m sorry, Mr Weaver,” the doctor continued. “I’ll make an emergency appointment for you at the clinic. In these circumstances, they’ll fit you in tomorrow. I’ll call you later at home to confirm a time.”
Austin stood up from the chair, and the ground wobbled beneath him. He ached. He could feel the cancer dissolving him. He thanked the doctor and left. The people in the waiting room stared at him as he walked through and he wondered whether they’d heard what had been said. Why couldn’t it have been one of these people? He thought.
Outside, the sun was baking the street, melting ice lollies, making people crazy. Austin watched the pavement as he walked. He was half aware of people running past him, of screams and exclamations. Two cars collided and then a third drove into them, but Austin barely noticed. The ground shook again, and he stumbled.
The pain in his balls was unbearable. He had another hour until he could take more pills, but he couldn’t wait. He saw a hot dog vendor racing his cart along the street, looking back over his shoulder. Austin chased after him.
“Can I have a bottle of water, please?” He asked, struggling to free his wallet from his pocket while keeping up with the vendor.
“Are you crazy?” the vendor said. “Get out of my way.”
“Just a bottle of water, come on, stop a second, I’m dying here.”
“Get lost,” the vendor said, then huffed to himself and opened up the freezer compartment, still running, and pulled out a Coke.
“I can’t take painkillers with…