AN: Quick one shot drabble like thing I came up with...umm, I don't know if I want to continue. Reviews would probably help me decide.
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"There's something wrong with you."
Those weren't first time he heard those words from a stranger, but they actually seemed to be more frequent from his best friend. There's something wrong with you. You're not normal. Did you get dropped when you were a baby? What the hell… blah, blah, blah.
Well…they all seemed to mean the same thing. Not that Shawn would ever mind. He knew from the beginning that he could never be normal. It just seemed so…unrealistic. How could he live his life doing exactly what was expected? Being exactly what everyone else was? Wasn't the whole point of life to be unexpected? To jump at an opportunity and live. At least that was what he was lead to believe after many years of careful unpredictability.
It's not like he actually sat down and thought out exactly what would happen to him and all his possible emotions. That just seemed like too much work. One thing was for sure, he never thought of this scenario. Not in a million years would he would have thought that he would get such news. He believed in looking at the bright side and in being an optimist…which kinda meant that he would have never came to such a conclusion.
It had to be something else. It wasn't right, it couldn't be true. Has to be a dream. Just a dream, nothing could hurt him here.
He bit his tongue until he tasted blood. No. No, he was here and the tangy, iron filling his mouth was very real. But he still couldn't accept this. This was so far out of the realm of possibility that it had to be made up.
"Mr. Spencer," the doctor repeated gently, "I don't want to take any risks; we're going to admit you immediately. We set up a CT scan and a PET scan for you in about an hour. When we get those results we can proceed."
Shawn nodded numbly, what else could he do? His brain drew a complete blank. This was too fast, way too fast. The biopsy was last week and he just got the results yesterday. He hadn't thought anything about it; it was probably just an infection he got from trying to do something stupid at some point. Sure, his doctor had told him of the possibility but the chances were so low…
He hadn't come to terms with it yesterday and today was no different. But he was suddenly at the oncologists and they were admitting him and they were already talking about surgery. No. It was too fast. It's not possible.
But Gus squeezing his shoulder now and then reminded him that Gus was hearing all this too. His dad's shocked and glazed over eyes more than enough said that something was wrong. His mother was squeezing all the blood from his hand, her jaw set hard against every word.
He didn't even have enough time to drink his pineapple smoothie today. How was he supposed to tell Juliet? How was he going to go to the beach tomorrow with Gus to bury fake treasure? On Saturday he was supposed to go to Lassie's and help rebuild the bird house he broke. Next week, he was supposed to take Juliet ice skating.
Now he wasn't doing any of that.
He was going to get scans and surgery. That didn't seem as fun.
His mom squeezed his hand harder making Shawn realize that they were moving out of the room. Everyone filed out of the room and when it came to Shawn, the doctor motioned towards a wheelchair with a gentle smile.
He could walk. He was going to say so but he couldn't get the words past the lump in his throat and before he knew it his dad had guided him down to the chair and they were off.