If Our Stars Stay (Cashby) [Slow Updates]

Prologue "I hope his stars stay"

Light streamed through open curtians, illuminating the room. Casting shadows upon shadows into the teenage boys room. His peaceful slumbering form, jerking away. Pain cralwed through his very being, sitting up he gasping cluching his chest.

Opening his mouth no air came in nor out. He felt his lungs constricting, attemping to gain preious oxygen. None would come to free this boy of his miersy.

Attemping to get up, thudding to the floor the door knob clicked reveling a plump curvey woman. Fear crossed her eyes as she looked at her only son, she reached down to him and then recied her arm back.

Phone in hand, her slender fingers pressed the digits on the phone. 9-1-1.
A ring tone was heard, then a male spoke.

"Hello, nine one one what's your-" he began in an automatic tone, but the plump woman cut him off.

"Help!" She cried in fear, "my son, he's not breathing! He needs help!" Tears streamed down her face, upon entering his only son's room the father of the boy's face turned into disgust. How he wished his 'son' was never born.

"Help is on their way." The man repelied in a motone voice, the lady sniffled a thanks into the reciver before the line when dead. She leaned back into her husband's chest, seeking his comfort, whislt her son had already passed out form lack of oxygen.

Nothing more the couple could do but wait for the parmedicals.
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A deep long sigh left a male's lips. Galncing down at the city below him, he held longing deep within his being. He wanted to be part of them, to daily coumte. Rather than stay cooped up in this hospital, twenty-four-seven.

The cancer in his liver have been found when he was fourteen years old, that was three years ago. He has remained in this hospital for so long, he has forgotten how the outside world worked.

It wasn't like, the hospital treated him bad, in fact he was their prince, anything he wanted he had. Well, expect his freedom in the outside world.

The boy longed for a true friend as well, in the hospital you make friends easily however they come and go quickly. No one truely understanding his predicament.

Decsending the stairs, he went to the ground floor where he saw the team come in. They had a boy, who's face was blue, wheeled in on a a bed.

"His name is Alan." A female voice said, looking over her shoulder he nodded gravely.

"I hope his stars stay."
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Heyo! So I started writing this before, but it was very, very bad. So I'm going to try again. I have a very busy schedule so, very, very slow updates. I am sorry. I do try though, oh and the chapters will be in first person point of view. Thank you and welcome to my Cashby.

The title was made by my wonder bae, _Julie__Rose_ and she has inspired many stories for me, so go check our story we are writing on her account. (Note it is very bad, but all well) thanks!