It goes on
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Summary: Even though Fate have given upon him by doing this to him, he wouldn't. And will never give up on himself. He was going to fight this battle against Fate and will win by outliving this disease. No matter what. Tom Riddle wasn't about to lose for the first time in his life, even if it was against Fate. AU
Prologue
It was weird.
This life. Though that was just his opinion.
I have been told that the first time it was detected was when I was just a tiny piece of flesh, with toothpicks for bones, large azure coloured eyes and a thin face with the cheek bones slightly protruding, no baby fat whatsoever.
Well at least he wasn't chubby.
God forbid if that ever happened.
Now back to the topic, so the Doctors didn't know what it was that ailed me. What it was that would make his tiny body, shot up from its lying position and curl on itself, trying to breath, make the pain in his bones away.
God, the pain.
As if the very marrow of his bones was on fire, and had a life of their own which was being wrenched out of them.
They said it was a new and unknown kind of Cancer.
It had been years, all kinds of chemotherapy, immunotherapy, stem cell transplant and surgery with a new radiations system, everything had been tried. Nothing seems to work. They couldn't understand what to do with it anymore.
But the symptoms were even more baffling. "It well seemed terminal, I think" that's what that Jack Doctor was telling Emily, another Doctor. Since he couldn't stomach anything that... was.. well edible. In short he couldn't eat and drink anything and had been living on liquid nutrients injected into his blood streams.
And as was expected of a cancer patient he was pale, and his body temperature was abit cooler than normal or natural. Always a few degrees lesser.
And even though he hadn't gained any, he looked healthy enough. Enough being the keyword. He looked fit, kind of. But maybe that would have been because of the weight of humongous books about different subjects that he had to take to his own hospital room to read, and the to and fro journey must have helped as well.
All in all and I quote, "He is such a polite young man," "Handsome too, he will be a heartbreaker when he is finally of age," "His dark hair just compliments his pretty skin and brings out his beautiful eyes" "Sometimes he seems so fragile".
Insert a fangirl sigh here.
Well he really appreciated the compliments (though he wouldn't tell them) but really beautiful? Pretty? FRAGILE? Like seriously, he is a GUY, someone who have a *****!
Ahem.
Well that years ago so never mind.
Anyway, so its been years and no cause or cure had been found for my illness. Its been called the 'Leech' Cancer for now, until they can find more about it. Since it doesn't let most of the nutrients work and leaves just the necessary amount his body needs.
"Patient 477," He looked up and saw an unknown Doctor; obviously not caring and was just running an errand, "your new Doctor is here. He is in his office, confirming last second documents before leaving for the Board meeting, so if you wouldn't mind he wanted to meet you before that and asked me to guide you there." was said in a clear and crisp voice, giving no impression of an emotion whatsoever.
Absentmindedly nodding he followed him. Well it was just normal procedure, many of his Doctors had either died working on him or had stopped for no reason. Well obviously there was a reason but no one needed to know that.
Some things are better left unknown.
"He is the youngest Doctor as of yet to have ever completed the Oncologist studies. He specializes in all the three categories or better known as primary clinical disciplines that are medical, surgical and radiation. Though he mostly likes to do surgeries and is quite famous for..." he continued droning on.
He just hoped his new Doctor would be abit more capable than his lasts. Well they were not bad, but they couldn't be exactly called, in his opinion, dependable.
"... and he specifically asked for your case directly after transferring here..."
He stopped. Asked for him? Why? Who was he? What did he want? How... on never mind that one. His was a special case. Famous too. Affectionately called The reluctant killer.
Yes, they are idiots. Instead of naming the disease, they should work on it. Well if he lived that long, he was planning on working on it himself. He continued walking again.
So the new Doctor asked for his case. Well we shall see as to what happens. Either he was too courageous or an even bigger idiot, since his case was known for its rate of unsuccessful research. Because he knew.
This wasn't normal Cancer.
He could and still can feel it.
It's like something is blocked inside of him, while at the same time is spread in his whole body. In every cell of his. And that was causing all this.
But well no one will believe that.
"... aha! Here we are." And with that the door was opened and he was ushered inside.
Inside was a man wearing a lab coat, his back was towards us, bending on top of his desk shuffling some papers and muttering.
From what he could see, the man was fairly young, had shaggy black hair, and had a thin figure. Most likely an office person.
"Hullo Doctor!," greeted the unknown Doctor "I have done as you requested." There was reluctant respect with something else in his voice. He was a fairly aged man, married, with three kids; two daughters and one son. Mm. Was most likely thinking of the first daughter for the new Doctor.
"Ah Edward! Thank you so much! I have been so busy with all the moving and the shifting of the files and the books stuff.. its kind of freaking me out," and he picked some books which were apparently some references and turned towards us.
His surprise at seeing the new Doctor's face was only the rising of his left eyebrow. Well he was younger than he had thought. Probably around twenty-three? Four? And his hair was even more shaggy up close. Skin with a light tan. Lightly pink lips. And pretty eyes.
Pretty emerald eyes.
Pretty?
"Ah. Hello. You must be my patient. One Mr. Tom Riddle, if I'm not mistaken?" he introduced while trying to juggle the monstrous reference books in his hands, and a light smile on his face.
His voice wasn't bad either.
...
What?
Ahem.
Well at least he called him by his name, and not the allocated number. Like most do.
"And who's asking?"
"Oh, pardon me. Forgot," he gave him a sheepish smile, turned and placed the books back on the table, and turned back, holding out a hand, "That will be your new Doctor, Mr. Riddle, Harry Potter. At your service." Again a smile.
"Well as you know, Tom Riddle." And with that he raised his hand and closed his cooler, paler and long fingered hand around a tan, warm and abit smaller one.
And screamed in pain.
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A/N: I have lots of ideas for lots of stories, but this one just came to mind when I was watching a movie where the main character died and I got all emotional ;P and well here we are. Born and given on this very day. And so I just wanted to kill a main character... just kidding... probably ;)
Hope you like it and feel what I try to convey in this story. A tiny warning; this story will be a short one. The maximum it will be is ten chapters. And well minimum... can't say exactly ;P
And I would love to hear from you.
Hope to see you guys soon,
Yours Truly.
Sly.
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