I sit there in shock.

Nothing is moving.

Nothing is heard.

Except every. single. word.

"The chemo's not working the way we want it to."

"The next step is radiation and stronger doses of chemotherapy."

Everyone is in tears. Well, almost everyone. Zane and Vylad don't understand, Grandpa and dad are trying to be strong. But I can see the tears brim their eyes.

I'm just numb. I don't feel anything, nor hear anything. Everything seems to be ringing in my head. If I cover my ears, I'd look immature. So I don't. But I really want to.

"So. Radiation and stronger doses of chemo?" My dad makes sure.

"Yes, Mr. Ro'Maeve. We're doing everything we possibly can to get him well again." The doctor winks at me.

I nod and look down. They're going to make me well, they promised. Everyone; mom, dad, even the doctors and nurses. And my parents say that you always have to keep a promise.

"When do we want to start chemo and radiation?" The doctor asks my parents.

The two look at each other, "As soon as possible," they say in unison.

I really wish I got a say in this.

~•~

Hannah puts another dose of chemo in my port, except she puts a lot more of a dosage in. I immediately start to feel sick, but I think it's just my mind.

"Hannah, what's radiation?" I ask. She looks down at me with sympathy.

"It's a special kind of treatment where they take the cancer away with lights, basically." She explains in a way that I understand it.

I nod and look at the IV. It seems like it'd hurt, but it really doesn't. The only thing that hurts is that I throw up every five seconds and I'm skinnier by the minute. I wish I could eat my favorite foods. Mom and dad say that when I'm done with cancer, I'll get to choose what dinner we have that first night.

"Hey, Garroth?" My dad walks into my room with a big piece of paper in his hands, "This is something from your class."

He hands it to me. It's red with stickers and glitter all over it saying "Get Well Soon" in big letters. I open it and look at all the names in different colors. I read one name first.

Dante.

His messy handwriting is what stands out most. It's in bright blue and in big letters. I look at all the other signatures, even my teacher signed it!

"Cool!" I exclaim. Dad smiles at me.

"When are we starting radiation?" He asks Hannah.

"Tomorrow morning, I believe." She keeps looking at the dosages and vitals. I don't feel bad, but whatever she thinks, I guess.

"Okay." Dad looks down at me. I smile, trying to stay positive. He kisses the top of my head.

"Please be okay." He mumbles. It isn't distinct, but you can piece it out.

I will be, Dad. I think, I will be.

~•~

"What are the chances of him living?" My father asks. He looks down at me, who's in his arms.

I must be a baby right now.

It's a flashback. It has to be.

"Th-That depends," the doctor stutters and clears his throat. "Let me put it this way: Do you have any more children?"

The expression on my parents' faces go blank. Their eyes grow wide as tears spill out of them. My mother looks down at the floor.

"No, not yet. We're waiting until he's cured." She states quietly.

"I don't know his chances of survival, but as you can tell, they're low. We're doing everything we can," he gets up and starts to leave, "Mr. and Mrs. Ro'Maeve, spend as much time with him as possible. We don't know how much time he has left. I'm sorry."

I wake up with everything aching. My stomach hurts more than ever. My dad, once again, takes notice and tries to get the trash can. I throw up before he can get there. He picks me up out of my bed away from the mess. I look at the clock again.

2:48.

I stay on my dad's shoulder as he gently sways back and forth. He presses the button for a nurse and continues to hold me.

"Just like when you were little, bud," he says.

"Just like when you were little."

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Did I make you cry? Heh. I'm sorry.
*sinks in corner of shame*
Thanks for reading! Bai!
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