Chapter 94: Treatment Begins

The steady drip from the IV was like a metronome, marking time in Olivia's new reality. She stared at the clear liquid snaking its way down the tube and into her arm while realizing how something so innocuous in appearance could be a chemical cavalry, charging through her veins and battling the rebellion of cells within. "Are you doing okay?" Nathan's voice cut through her reverie. He sat beside her in the sterile treatment room, a dog-eared paperback forgotten in his lap. Olivia could manage only a very weak smile. "Just peachy. There is nothing like wasting a beautiful Tuesday afternoon hooked up to a bag of poison." Nathan laughed softly, concerned. "I guess saying that out loud, it does sound like a party." Sarah, the oncology nurse, bustled in behind, the floral pattern within her scrubs seemingly a strange contrast to the gravity of her job. "How are we feeling, Olivia? Any nausea yet?" Olivia shook her head. "Not yet, but I'm sure it's coming. You guys really know how to sh