The next few days continued to be a bit of a blur for Wooyoung.

Dr. Fields insisted on keeping him on pain killers, which meant he slept most of the time because they made him so drowsy.

San and Pierre would come and go, but Wooyoung ended up seeing very little of his boyfriend. If he was being honest, part of him was disappointed. But he couldn't be too upset about it because he had told San to not put his life on hold.

Wooyoung was in no position to be selfish right now.

On the day Dr. Fields promised the results for his test, Wooyoung found his mind wandering to his parents and how they would react to the news if he did have cancer.

Would they care? Would they offer to pay for his treatment? Or would they keep him cut off from their lives?

It was too hard to say.

Nova shifted in his lap and rolled over so that she was laying on her back. Wooyoung smiled and lifted his hand up slowly to tickle her stomach. She chirped at him and pawed at his hand twisting beneath him.

Then she suddenly twisted around and sprang from the bed.

Wooyoung could hear her little paws scampering across the hard floor, but he couldn't tell what had her so excited.

He started to doze off again when he heard muffled shouting from somewhere in the building. It slowly got louder, then a door slammed open.

"Sir! Please! You can't go in here without permission!" A woman said, sounding incredibly stressed.

"Do I look like I care?! I want to see him now!"

Wooyoung recognized the voice immediately and his heart constricted in his chest. If he wasn't forced to stay in his bed right now, he would have found some place to run and hide.

All the air was knocked out of him, just like it was every other time, when he saw Jongho stumble into the room. He had a panicked look on his face and his clothes were covered in hay and dirt.

"W-Woo..." He gasped, walking forward slowly.

"Sir!" A woman rushed up behind him, but Jongho continued to ignore her.

"How... Why..." Jongho stepped slowly into the room, never taking his eyes off Wooyoung.

When the woman started to follow him, Wooyoung held up a hand to tell her it was ok. She pursed her lips, but left them alone.

Wooyoung still felt like he was having a hard time breathing as he watched Jongho walked up to the end of his bed. How was he going to explain this? How did Jongho even find out?

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before Jongho asked, "This is because of other day, isn't it?"

"Yes..."

"What... What's wrong with you?"

"I... don't know yet..." Wooyoung closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. Having Jongho here just made everything feel so much more real. "How...?"

Wooyoung couldn't bring himself to finish the question, but the younger understood. "Mom." He choked on his words and took a second to clear his throat. "She started talking about h-how San is really stressed about work, and when I asked why... she said that he was splitting his time between here and the office. It must have been a slip up, like he told her not to say anything, because I had to pry it out of her." Tears came to Jongho's eyes and he braced himself on the bed so he could bend forward while bowing his head. "I left just as soon as I found out."

At that moment. Wooyoung wanted nothing more than to try and comfort Jongho. He hated seeing the younger in pain like that. "Jong..." He started, but then the door opened again and Dr. Fields walked in.

"Oh!" He paused and gave Wooyoung a confused look while Jongho straightened up and brushed his hands off on his jeans.

"Sorry, Sir, I..." Jongho's face scrunched up in pain and he doubled over again.

Wooyoung swallowed his pain and lifted a hand up to get Dr. Fields' attention. "San's... Brother..."

Realization sank in and the doctor nodded and ran a hand over his beard. "Ah, so you're Jongho, yes?"

Jongho nodded and straightened up, sniffing and taking a deep breath. He placed his hands on his hips, but then had to lift one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "S-Sorry."

"It's ok, Son." Dr. Fields gave him a kind smile. "I'm actually glad that you're here. If you wouldn't mind, could you give your brother a call? I need to talk with Wooyoung here about a few things."

Wooyoung's heart sank. The test results were in, and suddenly he didn't want to know. He didn't want to hear those words that could change his life forever.

Jongho turned to look at him, eyes red and puffy, and there was fear in them. He was also asking for permission, so after a slight nod from Wooyoung, he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Dr. Fields pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired..." Wooyoung turned his head to look at the man and waited for him to continue.

"I'm sure you've already guessed that I have your test results back, and... There's no easy way to say this so I'm going to be blunt and then you can ask me any questions at the end." The doctor paused for a moment. "Wooyoung, the tests have come positive for Chronic Myelomonocytic Leukemia."

Once again, Wooyoung lost the ability to fully process anything.

Leukemia...

Almost everyone had heard the word before but no one was every prepared to really learn about it.

"It's a more of leukemia that starts in the bone marrow. Abnormal cells form that can cause damage to your entire system. I know this might sound shocking to you because it came on so suddenly, but that isn't uncommon. People can live with it for years before they start showing any signs. The thing that worries me is how quickly yours has set in, and there's really only one way to cure it."

"H-How?" Wooyoung took a deep breath.

"We would need to do a stem cell transplant. But, its an incredibly risky surgery and there's no guarantee that it would work. We can look at treatment plans, like doing chemotherapy and such, but the only proven way to cure this kind of leukemia is with the transplant." Dr. Fields kept his voice low and even while he spoke. "The other challenge with the transplant, however, is that we need a donor that matches your cell type, which can be hard to come by. I can get your name on a donor list if that's the route you'd like to go, but there's no saying how long before a donor will be available."

Wooyoung felt numb. He was hearing what the doctor was saying, but not fully absorbing his words.

"We can get you started on chemo now, and at least work on treating the damaged cells and trying to kill them. It may make you feel a little better to start with, but again it's not a permanent treatment. Do you have any questions for me?"

A million... But Wooyoung didn't even know where to start so he just shook his head.

"Ok. Well I'll give you a little time to think. Would you like me to tell San?" Wooyoung nodded. "And Jongho?" Wooyoung nodded again, although it took him a little longer to nod this time. Dr. Fields placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, then left the room.

Wooyoung stared at the wall in front of him. His mind was racing, but at the same time it felt so empty. How was he supposed to handle this information? His life was now a ticking time bomb... And with the doctor saying it had developed rapidly, he was sure there was a chance it could escalate again.

How much time did he have left?

For the first time in days, Wooyoung let himself succumb to his emotions and tears started rolling down his cheeks.

As if sensing his pain, Jongho was at his side only moments later. "It's ok. It's ok." He said while carefully sitting on the bed to pull Wooyoung into his arms. His voice was shaking too and his arms trembled even though they were wrapped tight around the older.

Wooyoung could feel himself sinking into Jongho's embrace. It was something he realized he had missed so much. It comforted him in a way that he needed more than anything right now. He was soon lost in the intoxicating scent of Jongho's sweat and other smells from his farm.

It made his heart ache, though, and he found himself missing being out in the open air.

"Jongho..." He whispered, pressing his face into Jongho's chest.

The younger didn't reply. Instead, he shifted a little more so that he could sit on the bed more and rest against the back of it.

Moving around was painful, but it was worth it when Wooyoung could test his head against Jongho and attempt to curl into his side.

"We are going to figure this out. I'll talk with the doctor and we are going to make you better. I promise." Jongho whispered after a long moment.

Wooyoung just hummed and let himself enjoy the feeling.

A short time later, voices could be heard outside the room again and Jongho slowly slipped off the bed. Wooyoung blinked as he did, feeling a little more aware of his surroundings, and turned to look at the door when it opened.

San came in, once again looking disheveled and stressed. He covered his mouth when he saw Wooyoung, then gave Jongho a small smile. "I'm sorry, I got here as fast as I could."

"It's ok." Wooyoung smiled at him, watching him walk to the other side of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" San asked, reaching over to run his hand through Wooyoung's hair.

"I'm ok. Better, I think." Wooyoung smiled at him, but immediately turned to look at Jongho, who was leaning against the wall and looking at the floor. He peeked at Wooyoung from underneath his eyelashes, but his eyes quickly flicked back to the floor.

"Ah, you're all here." Dr. Fields walked into the room and pulled up a chair.

The next hour or so was spent going over all the information the doctor had on Wooyoung's diagnosis. He talked about the different treatments, what to expect for the healing process, and the risks of doing the stem cell transplant.

San started to protest as soon as he heard that it was a dangerous surgery that had a lot of risk factors, but Jongho shushed him and turned back to the doctor. "How high are the risks?"

"It varies from person to person. Wooyoung has some good things on his side. He's been healthy most of his life, and if it weren't for this, he would pass a physical with flying colors. That, and I do have access to all the best equipment. You will have the best care and I will be here to help you through all of it." Dr. Fields sat back and crossed his arms.

"Yes, I will pay for whatever I need to." San said, nodding his head.

"San, no..." Wooyoung said, trying to protest.

"Let him do it." Jongho said, surprising both his brother and Wooyoung. "You need the best care so you can get better." His eyes pleaded with Wooyoung. "Please..."

Wooyoung couldn't look away from them, those blue eyes that drew him in every time. Those blue eyes that he missed so very much. They captured him once more as they begged him not to turn down San's offer to pay for his treatments.

Without even realizing it, Wooyoung whispered, "Ok."

He felt San rub the back of his head, and he slowly turned it to look at the older. Pain was written all over San's face. His hand moved down to gently drift back and forth over Wooyoung's cheek. "Thank you. We are going to get through this."

"And we are here to help you in any way you need us." Jongho whispered from behind him.

"Alright boys, let's give him some time to think about things. This is his decision to make, and his alone." Dr. Fields stood and motioned for them to follow.

Wooyoung was grateful for this. He felt so overwhelmed with all the information that had been given to him, and now with both San and Jongho there...

So much needed to be said, but now it felt like there would never be enough time.