Tommyinnit angst cancer au

Chap 1-The Beginning

Tommy woke up. He was tired, lately he has been having chest and back pain, 'Uhhh, this is getting old, might have to go to the doctor soon' he thought, fully aware that he was not going to get better anytime soon.

(Switching to tommy pov)
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"Tommy innit, please head to office number 15"
'here it is, no need to panic, right..?'
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"Tommy, after making various tests we have concluded that you have stage 2 lung cancer"
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"WHAT?!"
I could not believe it, me, the tommyinnit, had cancer?!?!, How was I gonna tell my friends, should I let my fans know, Heck! was I even gonna survive?! Now is not the time to panic, calm down, CALM DOWN, CALM-
"Hello? , are you there sir?"
"Oh uh, sorry I just zoned out"
"No need to apologize, anyways we have already contacted your parents, they will be picking you up"
"Ok"
I awsered coldly, guess that one is already out of the bag, not that my parents care, they've always hated me and never been there, and I don't think this is going to be an exception. I was right.
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Father
----Accept--------------------------Decline-----

"I won't be paying anything, Tommy"
Said my father, the one who was supposed to love me more than everything, 'How ironic' I chuckled internally at the thought. Before I could say something he hung up. 'I can't wait to move out!... that's if I'll even survive.... '.
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"Soo...I don't have to pay for anything, right? "
"There isn't any rule against it mam, although I advise for him to go to chemotherapy"
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I do want to go to chemotherapy, but the problem is I can't, I don't have enough money, and you might be wondering, I thought you made millions?, and I do, but my parents take away almost all of my money since I 'don't know how to spent it and I'll just waste money', like the cigarettes and alcohol they buy are any better. I just wanna go home.
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Once we got back, I dashed to my room upstairs and bumped into something, a dark, wooden chair, that one was gonna leave a bruise but I really didn't care, I just wanted to lay on my bed and pretend like nothing ever happened, that I wasn't diagnosed with a mortal desiase, that I was fine. So I did. It didn't last long before I got call. [Quakcity] said my phone screen, the light almost blinding me, contrast to my dark room. I accepted, what could it be, maybe a stream?
"THOMASSS" he screamed.
"Hi big Q" I said, putting my online personal on, god this better be something important, don't get me wrong, I love talking to my friends, but today was really exhausting and I'm not sure what to feel about the situation, which I was also unsure what it fully meant and was still trying to measure the gravity of.
"you sound a bit off today, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." God he must had picked up on my lack of energy, I had one job and still manage to fail, why can't I do anything right?
"You sure...?" he said, not sounding convinced.
"Yes, just a little bit tired, nothing to worry about though." Quick save, lets just hope he believes it.
"..Ok if you say so.." he paused. "I wanted to know if you were going to join the amongus game tomorrow with everyone else"
"Sure, why not?" I really don't want to, but I feel like a burden and selfish for declining something he planned and had all this work bringing together.
"YAY, THE STREAM WILL BE AT 10AM TOMORROW"