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Stormies POV
9:00am

I woke up and saw Ross was cuddled up to Mark. I can't believe he'll be gone soon. Mark had his arm wrapped around Ross and Ross was cuddled into his arm. I smiled before taking a picture. I stood up and put my dressing gown on. Ross coughed in his sleep and Mark pulled him closer, shushing him. I smiled slightly before walking downstairs.

I saw My parents and Bauer on the couch. "Hey. Where's the others?" I asked. "Still sleeping. Where's Ross and Mark?" Mom asked. "The same" I laughed. "D'you want some breakfast?" I asked. Mom nodded "I'll help honey." She smiled. I smiled as we both walked into the kitchen. "How did you sleep?" Mom asked. I nodded "okay. You?" She nodded "good. You look so tired honey. Maybe you should rest abit more?" She suggested. "I'm fine mom. Just stressed. I'll be fine" "Stormie. Let yourself feel for heavens sake. You won't let yourself be upset. Ross is really sick. And you know that but you won't accept it. You need to feel" I sighed "mom if I feel. Ross doesn't get too. He'll hold in his feelings until it's too late. I can't let that happen"

9:35am

Ross walked downstairs and was wearing Marks shirt, boxers and a blanket. His hair was a mess and he looked really pale. "Morning honey." I smiled. He smiled slightly and sat on the couch. "Dads in the shower." He mumbled. I nodded. "Are you feeling okay?" My Dad asked. "My head is in so much pain" he slurred. I furrowed my eyebrows. "On a scale of 1 to 10 how much is it hurting?" Mom asked. "11" he mumbled. "Okay. I'll get you some aspirin and a tea. Then you can relax for a little while"

3 days later
Ross' POV

The last three days I've been getting worse. I haven't been talking properly and my head really hurts and I keep forgetting things. Plus my chest hurts 90% of the time and I've coughed up blood twice. But I live back at the band house so that's the upside.

I opened my eyes and saw I was in bed still. I glanced at my clock '10:30am' I sighed before pulling my covers over me more. "Ross" I heard. My bedroom door opened and Riker and rocky walked in. "Hey. How are you feeling?" Rocky whispered. "Everything hurts" I whispered. "I know buddy. We'll go the hospital today and see if they can give you pills or something" Riker soothed. "Mmkay" I mumbled. Rocky stroked my hair "shall we give you a bath?" He asked. I shrugged and then felt Them both help me up.

12:00pm

The doctor walked in and smiled. They were gonna do a brain scan to see if anything is wrong. If not, they'll book me in for surgery to see if anything is wrong and give me some pills. "Okay Ross. You ready?" He asked. I nodded slightly. I lay on the bed and he covered my body from the waist down. He put something on my head "stay still. It'll be over soon"

15 minutes later

They pulled me out of the tube and let me sit up. The doctor sighed "come with me"

I sat in the room as he showed my x-rays from the scan. "This here is your brain stem." He pointed at part of my brain. There was a lump on it. "And this is your temporal lobe here" he pointed at another part. That had a lump too. "Ross these lumps are tumours"

1:30pm

I walked down to the lobby and saw Riker and Rocky. They looked up and smiled at me. I shook my head and looked at the envelope on my hand. "Come on" I muttered. Riker walked over "is everything okay?" He whispered. "No. can we go to moms?"

30 minutes later

We got to moms and she smiled st me. "Can we talk?" I asked. "To everyone" everyone nodded and we all sat around the table. It was me, mom, dad, papa, mamoo, Riker and Rocky. I opened the envelope and placed the scan on the table. "Erm. I had a brain scan. This is it. Uh. It has 2 lumps. One of the Brain stem" I pointed at it. "And one on the temporal lobe I think it's called. But these lumps are-are tumours." I told everyone. They all stayed silent. It wasn't for another couple minutes when mom spoke up "what now baby?" She whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm still estimated 6 months. But my health will get worse. I'll get bad headaches and-er there's a list" I mumbled, pulling another piece of paper out. I handed it to mom "you read it" I told her as I wiped a tear from my cheek. She took a deep breath. "Forgetfulness, language problems, s-seizures, unsteadiness while walking, facial weakness, double vision, difficulty swallowing or speaking, drowsiness" she read out. "Oh sweetheart" she whispered, wrapping me in a hug. Tear poured from my eyes "I'm sorry" I sobbed. "Shh it's not your fault" dad and papa soothed. Mom held me tight "I've got you" she whispered. "I've got you baby boy"

3:30pm

I was sitting on moms couch with dad. We were watching some random TV show while he was stroking my hair. Mom had gone to the band house and explained the situation to everyone. I coughed and nestled into dads chest. "You tired?" He asked. I nodded as he kissed my head. Mamoo walked over and lay a blanket over me. Dad pulled me more onto his lap "you go to sleep okay?" He told me. I smiled up and him and held his other hand. "Sleep now Ross" he whispered. I smiled before closing my eyes. His hand ran through my hair again and I sighed. "Shh I've got you" he whispered. And I was out.

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