This chapter was written by darlingharry3 !! Hope ya enjoy!

Harry hated this feeling. These past six months had been hell. Ever since his sixteenth birthday he'd been having these random, tight, stabbing feelings in his chest. Then they were followed by him struggling to regain his breath. He felt like he was a fish out of water in these moments. He'd also developed a cough that hadn't gone away since.

But none of them been as bad as today. It was the weekend and it was just like every other weekend. Harry was at the grocery store with his mum, walking around doing his usual thing which was helping his mum get the things they needed.

They'd been in there for around half an hour and Harry was worn out. This never happened, but he figured he was just having a particularly bad flare up of his hypopituitarism today. But he was wrong, he was walking down an aisle to reach his mum and was walking rather quickly because she was already starting to walk to another aisle.

Halfway down however, he got another sharp, tight feeling in his lungs and he couldn't breathe. He stopped, clutching his chest and trying to take in some breaths but all that followed was more sharp pains.

That's when he went into a coughing fit, he covered his mouth as he was coughing harshly, barely even getting a chance to take any breaths. He felt something come up his throat as he was coughing though and he thought it was just phlegm but that's when he tasted it.

Blood.

He uncovered his mouth and saw his hand was covered in blood. He dropped the loaf of bread he was holding onto the ground, half in shock and half just feeling too sick to realize he'd dropped it. That's when he saw his mum coming over, hearing her son's coughs from the aisle over because she knew him well, down to every last hair on his head it seemed like.

Harry's hand was shaking as he stared down at the blood on it. Anne came over, saw the blood and frowned. "Is your hand bleeding?" She asked and Harry shook his head and looked up at her and that's when she saw the blood in his mouth and teeth.

She was a bit startled, always being the overprotective mum but honestly she kind of had to be with someone like Harry. "Okay we're leaving, you need a doctor" Anne said quickly as she grabbed a baby wipe out of her purse and wiped Harry's hand before picking the dropped bread up off the floor and pushed the cart to towards the checkout.

Harry followed suit behind her, not walking as quick because he felt awful.

Over these last six months he'd been going through these days where he just felt like absolute shit. Although until today he just didn't think anything of it, he thought it was just his hypopituitarism.

Anne sped through the checkout and they went out to the car. She wasn't the type of person to play around when Harry was sick, she always got him to the doctor even if he only had the slightest sniffle.

But this wasn't a sniffle, Harry really wasn't feeling good but he hadn't told his mum any of it. Sometimes he felt like she was a little too protective so he just thought he didn't have to tell her this.

When they got to the doctors Harry walked in next to his mum super slow. "Is it hurting to walk my darling?" She asked and he just nodded because it was, he felt weak and just not well.

He would never admit it but in times like this he wanted to be babied. Anne always was super sweet and did everything and more that a mother did for a sick kid. So sometimes it felt nice and he didn't mind being babied.

So when they got into Harry's doctor's office Anne checked him in although they didn't have an appointment. Harry was sitting in the waiting room chairs when Anne came and sat next to him.

When she did that, Harry got up from his chair. He sat his boney little bum down on Anne's lap and laid against her, not really caring he was a sixteen and a half year-old boy sitting on his mummy's lap.

Anne frowned, knowing he must not be feeling good because he rarely ever did this anymore. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him the biggest cuddle, unbothered by him sitting on her lap because he was super light and felt like a feather to hold.

"Try and rest sweetie...we might have to wait a while since we don't have an appointment" Anne whispered, kissing his head as he didn't say a word, just shutting his eyes to rest a bit while they waited.

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They waited around half an hour before they were called back. The nurse took Harry's vitals, writing them down on the clipboard before leaving them for the doctor.

Harry knew the drill, he went and sat on the little bed thing. As he sat down, he heard the crinkling of the all too familiar tissue paper that they wrapped on the bed at the doctor's office.

He hated that sound, he got sick so often that he came to the doctors so much. He grew to hate the sound of that, among everything else associated with the doctors.

"How long have you felt like this baby? You're very sick just to have this happen over night." Anne wondered, she'd been so triggered by the sight of him coughing up blood that she didn't stop to ask her normal interrogating questions that she asked every time he came down with something.

"Like...six months maybe..." Harry whispered, looking down at his lap because he knew Anne would not be happy about him feeling this for six months and not telling her.

"Harry Edward. Why didn't you tell me?" She asked firmly, not liking when she didn't know every little detail about his life. She was definitely the smothering type when it came to parenting. It annoyed the hell out of Harry most of the time, but there were sometimes when he liked it.

"It just wasn't that bad mum. I didn't think anything of it until now" Harry said quietly, not making eye contact with her because he knew she wasn't happy.

She sighed, running her hand down her face but the conversation was cut short when there was a knock and the door opening, it was the doctor coming in to start their appointment.

"Hello Harry, what's going on today?" The doctor asked, on a first name basis with both of them because they had constant doctors appointments.

Harry looked at Anne, never being able to talk in appointments because he was so shy.

Anne started explaining his symptoms, including in the chest pains, fatigue, lack of breath, and coughing up blood. That's when the doctor wrote it all down and made sure to account for every symptom.

That's when the doctor started checking Harry out, listening to Harry's lungs and getting kind of concerned. "I think we're going to do some scans of his lungs...some blood tests too, just to rule out everything" The doctor explained, making Anne get nervous immediately.

"When you say everything...what do you mean?" She asked the doctor, holding her stomach which was in knots with fear. She had dreaded the day where something like this would happen. When Harry was born with disease the doctor said that he'd be prone to having more diseases and illnesses that could be deadly.

"Well we're just trying to rule out everything like cancer, a new chronic illness, anything like that" the doctor said as the nurse came in with the blood drawing kit.

Anne nodded, looking so worried as they started drawing Harry's blood. Harry watched her body language, she always looked like this. She was always super worried and just stressed because of him.

It made him think...

Maybe she would've gotten on better with just Gemma, if she hadn't even had him.

Gemma, if she hadn't even had him.

It made Harry have the weight of sadness on his shoulders. He'd had it ever since he could remember. Sometimes he just felt like his life wasn't worth living. He couldn't do anything normal people did, his only friend hates him, and in his eyes everyone would be better off without him.

He teared up as he was taken back for scans, just thinking about everything made him upset. Maybe he was worthless like his bullies told him. No one cared about him...

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They were now just waiting on the results to his scans and blood work. Harry looked so down, he had just gotten into his own head and he felt like a burden to everyone. "Mum...do you ever wish you never had me? Like maybe you just had Gemma?" Harry asked out of the blue.

"Oh honey no. I love you and your sister more than words can even describe. You two are the lights in my loves. I'd do anything and everything for you" Anne told him, coming over to hug him.

"Okay...sometimes I just wonder because of how sick I am. You're always worrying..." Harry whispered, wrapping his scrawny little arms around her as she hugged him.

"Yes, I am. But that's because I love you so much that I don't know what I'd do without you" Anne said softly, kissing his thick head of curls.

That honestly made me feel better, he sometimes needed validation and a little talking with because he got in his head so much that it made him overthink and overthink, to the point where he sometimes lost control of his thoughts.

"Thanks mum...you're my best friend" Harry said, and honestly it was true. Him, Gemma, and Anne spent a lot of their time together. They were like a friend trio, that's how close they were.

After their little moment, the doctor was back with the results and had a very solemn look on his face. "Alright well...we've got some very hard news..." the doctor said, sitting down to deliver it.

"From his tests, it has made it known that he's got stage two lung cancer. Now the good thing is we've got it early so we can..." was all Harry heard, the rest was all just gibberish to him because all he could think about was that he had cancer.

He looked around the room, watching his mum crying and just thinking...

Cancer...I've got cancer...

AN: yeeee! Another chapter down! Hope y'all are doing good, and hope you enjoy this chapter. Don't forget to tag me in all your comments so I can see them!

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