Into The Multiverse

Prologue

(A/N) My take on the Gamer tag. hope you like it :)

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Location: Hospital
(Damien POV)

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Machines everywhere... trying to keep me alive... money wasted on treatment for almost 19 years... parents owing too much debt to the hospital.

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This can't go on anymore. I'll end it all on my birthday.

(Timeskip) (A/N) You know, timeskips are so useful 

The door opens, revealing my mother and father.

Dad: Hey kiddo, how's it going?

He asked trying to brighten up the mood in the room.

Damien: Still sick, Dad.

I smiled weakly at him. The doctors have no clue why I'm sick at all. I can only move my head and arms. The rest of my body doesn't respond even though they are perfectly healthy. In fact, they are so perfect to the point that even Olympic athletes would pay billions to have them. The doctors theorized that the nerves aren't connected but when they operated on me they were shocked. The nerves were perfectly connected, with no defects anywhere. Even after 19 years of research, there still isn't any cure for this 'disease'.

My mother came up to my bed.

Mom: Happy birthday, Damien. Sorry, we couldn't get you a birthday present...

She apologized to me as I smiled at her.

Damien: It's fine Mom. But there's something I need to address. 

They looked at me confused. I took a deep breath.

Damien: ... I decided... It's time.

Suddenly, I was hugged by them as they started crying.

Mom: No! NO! Please, Damien. There must be a way!

She said crying as Dad started to say his part.

Dad: Don't think about the doctor's suggestion! There will be a cure, Damien!

Damien: Mom, Dad

They looked at me.

Damien: I've been from hospital to hospital. Lying on bed to bed. I'm tired... Let me give them to people who truly needs them. Patients who need a healthy beating heart, patients who need strong legs, patients who need sharp eyes... At least you guys can get money from it to pay for the hospital bills. It's the least I can do as a disabled kid... well adult now.

I said as Dad looks at me with seriousness on his face.

Dad: ... Are you sure, Damien?

I grinned at him, a genuine one as I answered.

Damien: Never in my life have I been this serious Dad.

Dad looked at me before sighing. He hugs me tightly as he presses the button to call the doctor in charge of taking care of me.

Mom: You're not serious, right Jack?

She asks Dad.

Dad: Molly, it's his decision, and I will respect it.