Cancer || A Dylmas short||

CHAPTER ONE

       ----------------------------THE DAY IT STARTED--------------------------------------

             "NEWT... Pick up the speed, we need you guys to look like you are running from W.I.C.K.D!!" Wes yelled encouragingly, always calling us by our screen names instead of our real names. At first it was confusing cause I, as Newt, would look up if someone would say Thomas but we're in the third movie already, so we've learned to answer to screen names as well. I was running to the best of my ability but I kept getting winded so easily, I slowed considerably. We'd been running for about an hour or so when my vision went pitch black and I fell over. Wes and Dylan ran over and yelled for help. I laid there for about five seconds until my vision finally came back to me. I was panting and my throat felt as though it were sandpaper. I tried to get up and shake it off when Wes pushed me back down, saying to have a break. Apparently they had called an ambulance because they could tell it wasn't just from exhaustion and required medical attention. I started to cough violently without realizing it and Dyl passed me a water bottle. I popped the cap and downed the whole thing in a matter of seconds but somehow, my throat got dryer. The EMT's finally arrived and picked me up and put me on a stretcher. I knew the routine but I still yelped as they strapped me up. I was lifted up and then was suddenly slid into the back of the ambulance. The rest was all a blur of red and blue lights, sirens, and people shouting. I learned later on that Dyl was in the back with me, Wes was in the passenger seat and Ki Hong was driving behind us at high speed, being escorted by the ambulance. We arrived at the ER and I was automatically taken to get X-rays and CT-scans to check my chest and lungs. Throughout this whole thing, I continued to stay breathless as well as dry in the throat. After HOURS of tests, they settled me in a room and told the boys they could come see me. They had me hooked up to an oxygen tank, lessening the feeling of breathlessness as well as dryness. They all gasped, looking... shocked. I hated it. I hated pity. I said a quick "I'll be okay" causing me to run out of breath annoyingly. I grumbled and they slacked, realizing I should be fine because I still had my horrible temper. That's when the doctor walked in with his round glasses and pity filled gaze and I suddenly realized that maybe it WAS more serious than I'd thought. 

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      Afterwards, we were sent directly to the Oncology wing. At first, I didn't realize that was fancy for the CANCER wing. Yep..... I was diagnosed with  "lung carcinoma" or, in stupid.... Lung Cancer. I was told that it was caused by the amount I had been smoking and they said I showed all of the main symptoms and should've gotten medical attention when the symptoms had started but it didn't matter now. They said, solemnly, that I had only a four percent chance of living for five years... the odds were NOT in my favor. (SORRY I HAD TOO) 

So, I have officially been given a death wish... Dyl had tears in his eyes, Ki Hong was in shock, and Wes had automatically started to problem solve. "We'd get through this's" and "It'll be okay's" were thrown around the room, buzzing through the air like bees in a greenhouse full of flowers. It gave me a headache. 

              "GUYS!!" I yelled after around a minute, "Stop... just, stop." The tears finally came but I forced them back, aggravated that I was the one comforting THEM  when they should be doing so for me. They looked at me, eyes softening at first glance. I looked like a child who was fighting the urge to break down which was the best description you could ever give me. They all closed around me, a group hug forming. That's when I let the tears out. And suddenly I was sobbing so hard, I became out of breath and hysterical and so they called the nurse in. They had let the news sit for a little while and were referring to my parents for the information they needed on my medical record so they could properly administer the Rx scripts for the right therapy needed in my case. They also implied that I'd need to stay here to get started on my Chemotherapy. That meant they'd have to put filming on Hiatus for a while. The media was going to hate this.

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(A/N: NEW STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is not the one I posted about, that one will be coming next week. I have started reading "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult and got a spark of inspiration for this story! SO.... drop a vote and be sure to comment anything from constructive criticism to compliments! LOVE YOU GUYS!!!)