The Perfect Disguise

Part Nineteen

Ashton's P.O.V.

Forcing a smile, I followed my sister, Lauren, as she pulls me to the roller coaster. Harry and Scott were already in line, waiting for us.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Scott asked me - for like the hundredth time already. Biologically, we're not related as he is adopted but, I got to admit, he's the best and most caring brother one could ever ask for. That is, next to Harry! "You look paler!"

"The ride made him paler," Harry teased, sticking his tongue out at me.

"No, its not!" I pouted. I've been feeling sick for the passed few days and I'm not entirely sure why but I had to skip football training and band practices. My chest's hurting more often. But, not wanting to be a kill joy and cancel the family day, I insisted that we go to the theme park and have fun.

Looking at my hand, I saw my skin looked paler than it was earlier. I smiled at Scott, looking at him. "I'm good."

"Who's with you?" The guy in blue shirt said, as he measured Lauren and seeing that she's an inch smaller than the required height.

"I am," I said, raising my hand. Smiling, Lauren pulled me excitedly as the guy let us through the small gate that separates us from the ride. She picked the last row seat, hopping on it.

Now, all I have to do is step my foot inside and sit beside her. But, instead, I reached for the sides for support as my other hand clutched my shirt. My head is spinning like crazy and my heart hurts like hell. And, by hell, I mean it hurts harder than it did before. Like a hundred and one percent, it felt like its going to rip my chest off.

I don't know what happened next but the last thing I know was being held by Scott as he rushed to my side before everything fell into darkness. It was as if I was just blinking as I was waken up by some pain after an I-Don't-Know-How-Long-I-Was-Out sleep with a blurry vision of my mom and dad talking to the doctor as he says something about a heart complication and the need of a transplant then I was out again.

I wish I heard it wrong. Why would I need a transplant? I'm pretty fine! There's absolutely nothing wrong with me! I'm sure I am fine! I just stopped playing football for awhile but I am fine! I can still play the drums cause I am fine! I'm just feeling sick because, I don't know, maybe after I found out my girlfriend was cheating on me with that Irish prick who used to be my best friend. Or maybe after eating that weird looking whatever it was called food from the school cafeteria. But I am fine!

But, you see, not everything you think is fine is really fine - 'cause I was wrong, as I got a glimpse of the doctors and nurses surrounding me, passing scissors and other sickening tools to each other. The light was towering me from above, blinding me. I can't feel anything but I know they're doing something freaky on my chest. I wanted to scream. I wanted to get up and run. I feel like I'm being experimented. But I'm too tired to move. Until a nurse looked at me, realizing I was awake. She smiled at me as she whispered that everything will be fine. Then I was out again.

Everything fell into darkness once more. And it seems so peaceful.

"Mr. Irwin," he called. "Mr. Irwin, are you alright?"

I shrugged, looking at the doctor as he eyed me. I smiled. "Sorry, I was just... I mean, wow! Its been so long and, now, I have a lead! I really want to thank them in person and let his, or her, family feel him alive inside of me!"

"Yes," he agreed, smiling, as he handed me a folder. "And its a he!"

I opened the folder, revealing hospital records of a guy named Daniel. As I have no idea what was really written on it for lacking knowledge on medical terms, I just scanned it before moving to the next page where, I believe, would have been him in the photo.