Things To Do For Lucy

One

"I'm sorry Mr. Dragneel but there's no way we can beat this."

I stopped listening after that. Everything coming out his mouth made no sense to me whatsoever. And it's not like I wanted to hear anything. I couldn't be fixed.

Simple and clean.

I had cancer, it was speeding everywhere and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Unless I wanted to chop out every infected organ but that would still kill me so I'm dead either way.

The doctor shoved a pamphlet into my hand and said, "Maybe this will help."

Pssht. Yeah, because a pamphlet called "What Do You Do When You're Dying?" was gonna be so much help.

I know what you're thinking, 'Why doesn't he just get chemotherapy?'

Well, my friend, that would be a waste. Why waste perfectly good medicine on a guy that's gonna die? That's like giving a 3 course meal to a man that will just throw it up instead of giving it to a starving child. Doesn't make sense, right?

But unfortunately, it wasn't up to me. It was up to my sobbing parents who were in a totally unhealthy mental state, certainly not in a position to be making life choices for me.

"But can't you do something to help my baby?" My mother asked. She's a worrier. If it involves one of her 'babies' , you can bet your life she's gonna worry.

"I'm sorry m'am but like we said in our last session, giving the medicine to him wouldn't do anything."

"Are you saying that you won't give my son the best treatment you can? That you won't make the 1% chance he'll get better into better odds?!" My father asked enraged. The same went for Igneel Dragneel. But instead of worrying, he got angry.

"We're saying there is no 1% chance. I'm sorry to say but this will take your sons life. I don't know when or where but it will happen. Until then, we can give him painkillers for the pain." He looked into my eyes.

"I am so sorry, Natsu."

•One Year Later•

Well after that dramatic episode of the double flusher that is my life, I decided to make my life worth while. I mean sure, I was gonna die but that didn't mean I was gonna just waste my life, now did it?

Now, you would think that me barely being a junior and not a senior, I wasn't gonna be invited anywhere. WRONG! As it turns out, having good looks really helps in the social hierarchy that is high school.

So I was invited places. I had fun almost every weekend. But of course, I had to be careful because I didn't know when the cancer would take its final blow.

Eventually, I made it onto the football team (after trying freshmen and sophomore year). I made the position of captain/quarterback. Apparently, being on the football team really brought you up on the popular scale. Who knew? I made the team again after going into senior year, but you never know what might happen. I might pass out in the middle of a game, for all I know.

But it's a drag, knowing that you'll die in the near future but not knowing exactly when. But I made it a year after that appointment so maybe life is throwing me a bone. I doubt it though.

So here's where I'm at now. Stuffing my backpack in the morning while listening to my mother tell me what to do.

"Oh, and don't forget that sheet. It'll tell the doctor at the pharmacy who you are and what you need the pain meds for. You can pick them up after school."

"Yes mom, I heard you the first twenty times," I said as I threw my backpack over my shoulder.

"Haha, very funny mister." She made her way over to me and looked into my eyes. They seemed to soften. If there's any part of this whole cancer thing I hate, it's this. Pity. Well not really pity, but the whole 'I feel bad for you, I love you and don't you dare die on me' thing. And the pity too. It's just that look in people's eyes they have when they look at me. That's why I tell as little people as possible.