The Worst Of Luck

Chapter twenty three

Weeks passed, I got discharged from the hospital a few days after I woke up, returning home to the pack. Vincent and i have been distant lately, he's in his office most of the time, or with Aidan. I tried and asked him about it, but he only replied with pack business. Aidan has been sick lately, high fevers, and low energy, and he's been complaining about a headache for quite some time now. Vincent thinks it's a flu of some sort, but I don't have a good feeling about it.

"Vincent, Aidan has a fever again. Higher than last time." I said, standing in the doorway of his office, as he was typing away on his computer. Glancing up at me, he sighed, "Then draw him a bath, give him some medicine, and have him rest." He said, again for the thousandth time. Every time I tell him Aidan is sick, this seems to be his only reply. "Somethings not right. I can feel it. I know our son, and this isn't normal." I said, finally saying something other than 'okay' and leaving to follow his advice. "Then take him to the pack doctor." Vincent said, going back to his work. Of course his work is more important than his sons health. "Do you not care that something could actually be wrong with our son? That it might be more than a common flu!" I yelled, hoping to dawn some sense into Vincent, that he'd realize something wasn't right. But he didn't flinch, but rather just ignored me, typing away mindlessly. I rolled my eyes, before walking out of his office, slamming the door behind me. I'll take Aidan to the doctor myself. I thought to myself, as I walked to Aidan's bedroom. Opening the door, I found my baby sleeping in his bed, a sheer layer of sweat on his little face, that was currently flushed from his fever. Picking him up, I held him closely, as he nuzzled into me, and we made our way to the pack doctor. It was only a 3 minute walk, as the pack hospital was small, and located in our territory, close to the house. Not a lot of pack members were sick, nor injured at the time being, giving us less of a wait for the doctor. "Luna, Dr. David's is ready for you." A pack member, who worked here as one of the many nurses, said to me, before leading Aidan and I to a small room. "He'll be in here shortly," the blonde nurse said, smiling before leaving. I laid Aidan down on the hospital bed, laying a blanket I'd brought with us on his little body. He snuggled into it, while I sat in the chair, waiting for the doctor. "Luna, how can I be of service for you?" A middle aged man said, smiling. "There's something wrong with Aidan. He's had these fevers lately, and loss of energy, and he's complaining recently of headaches." I said, as the doctor wrote down what I said onto his clip board. "How long has this been going on for?" The doctor asked, looking at Aidan who was laying down on the bed sleeping. "A few weeks now. I've noticed he's been a little...forgetful lately. And unbalanced. The more he complains about his head, the more these symptoms increase." I said, hoping he'd tell me it was nothing and that I could be on my way. "I see. I'll run him an MRI scan. See what's going on in that head of his, if it's a concern to you." He asked, looking at Aidan again. "That'd be great," I said, as the doctor left.

A few hours later, and Aidan was still sleeping, and I was still waiting. I was halfway through my book, when the doctor came back in, a few nurses behind him with a stretcher. "We're going to take Aidan for his MRI. Your welcome to join us." He said, walking over to Aidan and gently picking him up, causing him to stir in his sleep. Dr. David's places him on the stretcher, before we left the room and headed towards another one. Inside was a room, with a huge machine thing, and a glass wall, that had a little office inside it. The nurses brought Aidan into the room with the machine, placing him on a bed inside, so the machine could scan his brain. Dr. David's, another female doctor, and I waited inside the office, where they had multiple computers that would show us all angles of his brain, to see if anything out of the ordinary was there. My heart was beating rapidly, and practically in my throat. What if something was seriously wrong with my baby? The machine had started its scan, and images were popping up onto the screens. The two doctors looked closely, pointing and talking about different parts of Aidans brain. I noticed confusion and concern coming across the two doctors. "David's. What's that?" The girl doctor asked, pointing to a circle that was located inside Aidan's brain. Dr. David's looked rather confused, before taking a closer look. He turned to me, putting on a smile, "Luna, Aidan's MRI is finished. The nurses will take the two of you back to your room. I'll be there within the hour, with Aidan's results." He said softly, I nodded, heading out with Aidan and the nurses. Aidan was up now, as I placed him in his bed, wrapped up with his blanket, I turned the tv on, so he could watch something to keep him busy. "Mommy, how much longer?" Aidan asked, looking away from his episode of Scooby doo. "Not too much longer. Just rest baby," I said, watching him lay back down, continuing to watch his show.

45 minutes later, and Dr. David's walked back in, the female doctor with him. They both looked rather concerned. "Luna, we've gone over Aidan's MRI and it seems to be he has glioblastoma. It's a type of Cancer in the brain, the tumor seems rather large in his brain. We can tell you it's about a stage 2 tumor. I'm sorry." The doctor said, sadly. I felt my heart sink, I felt nauseous thinking about my baby having cancer. My three year old baby, has brain cancer. "What's the survival rate?" I whispered, watching the doctor frown. "Well, with this type of cancer, Aidan has a 15% chance of survival, again, I'm very sorry Luna."