TFIOS Augustus' POV

We are young kids. Some of us are going to die from our sicknesses. We are innocent, we didn't do anything that caused It. Cancer is aggressive, and vicious. And it can be unstoppable.
Since I learned to accept that, I could finally live my life. I was lucky enough to have my leg successfully amputated to get rid of It. Is it easy to live with 1 1/2 legs? No. But I survive like any other human. Remembering the operation makes my chest burn and my palms sweat.

"Gus I promise you it's going to be okay. The cancer will all be gone and it will all be okay." My mother paces across the room trying to convince herself more than she's trying to convince me.

"Mom. It's already okay. Please relax, I'd rather it be that way."

With that, she sits and puts both of her hands in her messy hair with her elbows pointed outwards, her eyes closed.

I don't remember too much after that besides a nurse with white hair wheeling me down the hall, with bystanders and little kids staring at me.