"Hey, how are you feeling?"
Groaning, Harry shifted his back trying to get in a more comfortable position. "Sore," Harry croaked, mouth feeling dry.
Carlisle brushed the hair from his mate's face. "You did good Harry. The port is in your chest and there was no complications."
Harry groggily opened his eyes, still feeling the effects of the anesthesia. "Can I go home now?"
Carlisle chuckled. "In a day or two, as long as everything is looking good. You will probably get your first round of chemotherapy tonight." Carlisle wiped the tears from his mate's face as they started to fall. "Don't cry, little one, you're alright."
"I don't want to do this," Harry cried softly. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was finally getting my family, Sirius was going to adopt me. I don't want to be sick. I'm so scared."
Carlisle sat on the edge of Harry's bed, taking his smaller hand in his. "I know that this isn't fair, no one deserves cancer. All you can do is fight, stay strong, and beat it. Let us be your family, Harry, we will love and take care of you."
Harry weakly squeezed Carlisle's hand. "M'tired," he mumbled, tears still slowly falling.
"I've got you, go to sleep. You will feel much better when you wake." Carlisle had barely finished talking when Harry's hand went limp.
"Is...is he alright?" Seth asked, nervously hiding in the corner of the room. It scared him seeing his friend so weak and broken.
Carlisle gave Seth a sad smile. "No, Seth. His cancer is too advanced, even with the chemotherapy he will die." He said this so quietly that only Seth could hear him with his wolf hearing.
Closing his eyes, Seth turned so Carlisle couldn't see his tears. Harry was unlike anyone he had ever met before, they had formed an instant bond. Yes, he had friends on the reservation, but they all treated him more like a pesky younger brother than a friend. Harry was the first real friend that he had ever made outside the reservation. He could smell the death on him, but he had been praying that Harry could pull out a miracle.
"Does Sam know about him yet?"
Seth shook his head no. "I haven't shifted since meeting Harry, I didn't want Sam to go all Alpha and forbid me from seeing him. He about had puppies when he found out that I was volunteering at the hospital where you worked."
"Thank you," Carlisle said sincerely.
"Carlisle, why is Harry so important to you? There has to be a reason why you're doing so much for him. He said that he's your nephew, but obviously that isn't possible." Seth had been wanting to ask this question since he first met Harry, but he couldn't ask while Harry was awake since he didn't know that the Cullen's were vampires.
Carlisle ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. "Since you care so much about Harry, I will tell you the truth. Seth, Harry is my mate."
Seth's eyes about popped out of his head. "Whoa, I didn't see that coming." Seth stumbled to the chair and sat down. "So you and he are... You two are..."
Carlisle chuckled. "Mate's. Yes, Seth, Harry is my mate. He doesn't know it yet, and he doesn't know that we are vampires, so please don't tell him."
"This is... Whoa, are you going to turn him?" Seth gasped. He had nothing against the Cullen's, and if they could save Harry by turning him, then what the hell were they waiting for? He wouldn't drop his friendship with Harry just because he was a vampire. Better a vampire than dead...dead.
Carlisle smiled down at his sick mate. "I would like to, yes, but only if he wants it. It will kill me to watch him die, but I refuse to turn him against his will."
