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Dinner Diagnosis

The day He found out the worst news in his life. His son dying and just finding out he had a son? No much worse. He can't even believe the word that was at the tip of his tongue. Was it his son being in love with Alice's daughter? No way worse than that. He noticed that his body was weaker and he felt so tired all the time. His son always was complaining about how much he was sleeping. He felt bad for his son. He wasn't trying to feel tired in purpose.

On a Tuesday, he decided to go get checked out by the southside clinic. He entered the clinic, dragging his feet. He didn't have a lot of money and this one trip would cost him a lot of money. He's broke and he knows his health is important. He sat down in the waiting room waiting for his doctor to check him out.

A couple minutes later, the doctor comes out and he follows the doctor to the exam room. They check his weight, height and vitals before the actual doctor comes in.

"Hello, Mr. Jones." His doctor greeted as he closed the door behind him.

"FP. Please. Mr. Jones makes me feel old, Sir." He added with a chuckle. His doctor nodded his head and smiled.

"Of course." FP looked around the room as the doctor went over his past medical history." Ah. I see you have a history of substance abuse. Are you sober?" He slightly nods his head. "I'll have to take some tests and when the results come back. I will need you to come back in."

His doctor draws his blood. He doesn't like needles at all, but he handles it like a man. Or he tries to. He's never been a fan of doctors and needles.

"So you will call me when you get the results back?" He asked his doctor.

"Yes. I will as soon as they are ready."

FP has to work as soon as his appointment was over. His son was already there when he showed up. He was chatting with his friends. His son's smile brought a smile to his face. He loved seeing his son happy. He hated when his son was upset.

"Here are your shakes. Anything else?" He asked his son and his friends.

"Cherry soda." Said Cheryl. Cheryl looked up from her menu and her eyes darkened. "Are you okay, Mr. Jones? You look ill." She expressed her concern.

Even Jughead noticed how pale his father's cheeks looked. He did look yellow. He knew that wasn't normal. Something was up. He just didn't know what it was. "Dad, why don't you go home, I'll tell Veronica." FP looked at his son and nodded.

"No did. FP, go home. You look very sick. You need rest." Veronica gently ordered.

FP obeyed and spent the rest of the night in his trailer. He turns on the tv, switches Criminal minds and sits back. With his feet kicked up on the table and a drink in his hand. He's not drinking it was only soda. Instead of drinking, he would drink soda. It helped his urges.
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A week or two later, The phone rings. When he answers he's advised to go into the clinic. He drives down there at ten-thirty A.M. His son was at school. He wouldn't be asked questions about where he's going. His son watches him like a hawk; especially his drinking.

"I got your results back." He wasn't sure by the tone his doctor used. His stomach bubbled anxiously as he waited. Was something wrong? "FP... I don't know how to tell you this but you have liver cancer."

The wind was kicking his lungs as he felt the blow. He didn't know how to feel. His doctor went on and on with explaining but his mind was else where. He was dying. He never thought could happen. He just got his life back. His son and him were getting along. He's retired from the king and passed it onto his son. He's with his love of his life. Oh god he's dying. What was he going to do?