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Thomas X OC||It's terminal...||

                       I sat on the cold bench in the doctors office I have been going to for years now, since my... diagnosis. I had my boyfriend, Alex, here with me for support but we both know I have been getting worse and worse each day. I was diagnosed with Non-Small Cell Lung Cancer or in short terms NSCLC. I was diagnosed at the age of 15 and have been living secretively with it for almost 11 years, only sharing with my family and Alex. I told the world about it when I started filming the movie "The Death Cure" in 2016-17 and an uproar of presents have been sent along with letters from fans and friends of fans. I hate it... but I love it at the same time. It is nice to know that people care but I feel like it's all pity. Don't get me wrong though, each time I get a letter, it's almost as if I feel better, it's just hard when you realize all of these people will break once I die. I know, cheery right... All those things go through my mind as me and my doctor go through our normal routine, just intensified. Breathe in.... hold.... breathe out. Exercise with low intensity... hold breath... breathe out. Exercise with high intensity... hold breath... breathe out. Then..... he leaves. I'm now sitting on the bench, hyperventilating, as my lungs strain for the right amount of air. 'Jesus he wants to kill me' I think as Alex rubs my back. After about an hour, a nurse comes in with a needle. He says he needs to take some blood to test and then moves a chair up to the bench. I cower a bit because needles freak me out but then Alex soothes me by tilting my head to where all I can see are his eyes. The nurse doesn't even warn me, she just ties my arm and plunges the needle into my arm and I cry out in surprise. But Alex squeezes my hand like he always does and looks me in the eyes. After, the nurse says the doctor will test the blood and then come back with the results shortly.... Shortly as in two HOURS! By the time He comes in, all Alex and I want to do is get food and cuddle together on the couch. We're pretty sure I am fine anyway, so.... but how wrong we were.

                        Two hours later, the doctor comes in with a grim expression that almost says it all. He crouches next to me, putting a firm hand on my shoulder and says the worst two words I will ever hear.

                       "It's terminal..."

(A/N: JESUS THIS WAS DEPRESSING!!!! I thought of this on the way to the Library while thinking of the sad truth that I, Alexander, may have skin cancer..... It's not confirmed yet but I have this really bad sunburn in the same place as all the other, not as bad, sunburns have been and right after I got it I started to immediately get massive bubbles on my sunburned area. I have an appointment tomorrow to follow up on said sunburn and hopefully I can deny the looming skin cancer possibility... but, yeah. Hope you all LOVED the story, though short and EXTREMELY depressing. LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3)  

(A/N 2: I DON'T HAVE CANCER!!!!!!!!!!!!)