A/N a sad story must sadly have a happy ending, of happily have a sad ending so this is mine.

Hazels P.O.V

Isaac and I now spend a lot of our time playing blind men video games and visiting our doctors. Let's say being a normal teenager is no longer an option, every second Thursday we go down to the grave yard and talk to Gus. I even read An Imperial Affliction to Isaac, I think he cried. But I'm not sure because of the large sunglasses that Isaac always wears, not that it effects him anymore.

Today we are at my house, just talking. "Hazel, Isaac" I hear mum call "Come down here, lunch time." We call back that we are on our way, I know that I can help Isaac down the stairs and carry my tank, so I help Isaac down the stairs then I walk back up to grab my oxygen tank.

I plug my tube into the tank and begin to walk back down the stairs, all these stairs are exhausting me. I stop and everything goes black, I feel the weight lift from my legs, and I can't breath properly.

I wake up looking up at a bright white roof, surrounded by a curtain hanging off a wire frame, and painted with small coloured animals, I know exactly where I am, the ICU. I see mum and dad around my bed, my mouth and nose are covered by an oxygen mask, and I feel a feeding tube running through my arm.

I look up at mum, but even that takes effort. "Mum.." I struggle to say. "Hazel, we love you. But, but. You have to know you have been in the ICU, for a week. They gave you an MRI to cheek on the cancer and it's gotten worse. They don't know what to do, you are one of the only people to live this long in you condition. You know that. They said that if you didn't wake up soon." She stopped, the tears trickle down her face. "Honey" dad begins "They where going to take you off". I wonder what they mean, and that's when I notice. The continuos beeping noise, the life support.

"Dad, mum" I whisper. "I.. I don't want to go" they nod, silent tears falling down their cheeks, "we know you don't, but if it gets to much we don't mind if you let go. It's fine" whispers dad. They are still talking but I can't keep my eyes open much longer, I drift back in to my long sleep. And as the darkness settles, I see him, one last time, I see Gus. His hand reaches out to me and I take it. The loud beeping of my heart, stops.

And yet I still can hear, soft music, I can still see, a bright white place. I'm still alive. But I can't be, I look around and I spot Gus. I run up to him and reach for his hand, but mine goes right through his. "Hazel Grace! What took you so long?" He asks "Why did you have to tease me by talking to my grave?". "Well Gus" I begin,"I can't breath, where is my tank?". He chuckles "Hazel Grace, your in heaven, you don't need to breath, you can't die. Your already dead.", I blush "Of course, but you don't believe in heaven" I say,

"I do now" he whispers.