Why Don't We Sickfics

Cancer, Pt. 3

This is part 3 of the story! Check out parts 1 and 2, directly before this, to get oriented with the story ❤

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Jonah lay on his bed, exhausted. He'd cried out all the tears he had left. He'd sobbed out all the cries he could sob. He'd thought about all the horrible thoughts he could think. He had no idea how long he'd been laying there. All he knew was that the sun rose, and it set, it rose, and it set, and it rose, and it set... over and over again.

The boys had tried everything they could to help him. They brought his food up to his room, but Jonah couldn't swallow a bite. They offered to take him on walks in his wheelchair, but the older boy refused to move. They tried to entertain him with board games and video games and movies, but not even Harry Potter could rouse Jonah out of his slump.

Days passed, and all he could think about was how he was withering away. It was like he was a ghost of his past self. He knocked over every picture on his bedstand, not wanting to see himself smiling, or happy, or doing anything that he couldn't do anymore.

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"Jonah." Daniel's quiet but firm voice came from the doorway.

"What?" Jonah mumbled.

"You have to go to chemo today." Daniel said quietly.

Has it been two weeks already?

"I'm not going." Jonah replied, lifting his blankets up higher over his chest.

"Jo, I know it's tough, but you have to do this." Daniel padded over to the bed, sitting down and rubbing Jonah's shoulder.

Jonah shook Daniel's hand off. "I told you, I'm not going." he said seriously.

"You sure?" Daniel asked.

"Positive."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Backup!" he shouted.

Jack, Corbyn, and Zach ran into the room, leaping onto the bed and tickling the older boy in every possible place they could.

"Stop." Jonah frowned, relentless. "I don't want to go."

Daniel sighed, the edges of his lips tipping up into a grin. "That's strike three."

The boys each grabbed one of Jonah's long limbs, picking him up and sitting him in his wheelchair. Corbyn grabbed the handles and the others grabbed the sides of the seat as they carried the wheelchair down the stairs.

"What the hell?" Jonah shouted. "Put me down! Stop it!"

Thry reached the bottom of the stairs, and the boys started to put their jackets on. In a last attempt at freeing himself, Jonah flung himself from the wheelchair, trying to hold himself up against the stair railing.

He landed in an awkward position on the stairs, his body slamming into the hard edges of the staircase. His lungs ached at the effort, and he let out a series of horrible coughs, clutching his chest.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" Daniel said, rushing to help Jonah.

"I told you guys, I'm not going back there." Jonah said with as much control as he had left.

"Jonah..." Jack said quietly.

"I'm not going back. I can't. " Jonah whispered, his voice cracking as tears formed in his eyes.

"Yes you can, this is your last scheduled appointment." Zach encouraged him.

Jonah shook his head. "I can't do it."