365 (Dream Team)

Chapter 18

337 left   Saturday, November 28

Clay hasn't gotten better. If anything, he's gotten worse. He's started developing symptoms of a fever and he's been weaker. We all have been trying to make him feel better but most of the time our jokes are useless.

There is one joke that he enjoyed though. The scar that he has goes right across his nose and so I called him Shiro from "Voltron: Legendary Defenders". In 7th grade he had an obsession with "Voltron". He would always talk about how Shiro was his favorite character and it's now obvious that Clay had a crush on him.

He had a lot of phases that we can make fun of. The musicals phase, the Voltron phase, the Creepypasta phase, back to the musicals phase but mostly Hamilton, the Glass Animals phase that he never really left, and then now the Minecraft phase.

Every now and again we get the doctors to let a few of us in at a time and we play Minecraft on our phones together to appease Clay. Since my mom is one of the nurse that checks on Clay she reports back to me every day on how he's doing.

Sadly, like I said before, he's gotten much worse. The nurses including my mom are saying he won't last much longer. That either he'll make a miraculous recovery or he'll die. Clay is stealing my thing with dying.

Speaking of dying, my doctor, Dr. Zyon, has said that maybe a year was overestimating. They say half a year is more reasonable given my case. So 169 left.

Isn't that fabulous? I already only had a year and now I have half of that. Life is just going perfectly, is it not? If you couldn't tell that was me being sarcastic and it'll happen a while lot more, get used to it.

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Dr. Zyon has asked me to come into their office today. That means either my time will be cut even shorter or a cure has been found. I think we all know which is less likely.

I hop into my white 2016 Nissan Rogue that sits in my garage all the time. I start my drive and about 15 minutes later I end up at the Doctor's Office.

I walk inside and tell the lady at the front desk about my appointment and she just sends me straight back into Dr. Zyon's office.

I knock and they open the door to the office less than five seconds later.

"Hello, George. Thank you for coming on such short notice. Where is your mother? I expected her to be here with you." They say. I flush with embarrassment when I think about how my mum probably should be here.

"Sorry" I mutter. They smile and gesture for me to sit on the patient's table. I sit down and Dr. Zyon says

"It's fine, George. I actually have good news this time. We've found a way that we can 'cure' you." The word cure in airquotes. Well, what do you know? They actually have a cure.

"It'll be risky though but it's your best bet right now." They take a deep breath and continue,"This cure would be a liver transplant. There's a 50/50 chance of you living if you get this transplant. The only problem is that we don't have a donor match."

"How long would it take to find a match?"

"Anywhere from two days to two years. There's no way to tell how long it will take. My youngest daughter, Ella, had to have this transplant and she got a match in less than a week. Now she's perfectly healthy and going into third grade." Dr. Zyon says as they pull a photograph out of their wallet.

The photo is a women, probably 30ish, holding Dr. Zyon's hand, and three kids, a girl and two boys. She points to the girl and I assume that's Ella.

"She's been happier than ever after her transplant."

Maybe this will work.