Beautiful and Dangerous

A woman sat across from me in the dreaded cancer waiting room.  I, a mere visitor, she a patient.   She was Asian.  She sat in complete stillness, her facial features drawn.  Perhaps she was cat napping, better yet, meditating.  I would like to say her countenance was serene but I could detect a slight downturn of the mouth, a tightness across her cheeks; her cancer face perhaps?  I preferred to think of her as an elegant porcelain doll.  I couldn't bear the thought of her body being invaded by a malevolent disease, ravished by radiation meant to eradicate this beast or filled with chemicals on the hunt for her enemy. Yet  I could not take my eyes off her.  She was beautiful and filled with danger at the same time.  My heart breaks.  I am giving her a happy ending in my story.