Daddy's Little Fighter
CHAPTER 1:
"Daddy, when can I get this tube out? It hurts" Jack looked up at his father, the sadness filling his eyes. Hotchner couldn't bear to see his only son in this state, laying in a hospital bed, tubes running in and out of him from every which way.
"Soon kiddo, Soon" replied Hotchner, the hint of doubtlessness more evident in his expression than was intended.
Aaron buried his head into his hands. This wasn't supposed to happen to little kids. For crying out loud, he is only 7 years old. Why couldn't it be me instead, I would give everything for it to be me lying in that hospital bed. A silent tear fell from my face as I watched my little boy drift in and out of consciousness.
My thoughts flashed back to three nights ago, I was sitting at my desk filling paperwork from the case we had just solved when Jack walked into the room and showed me a bruise on his spine. I thought nothing of it at first, I just thought he had ran into something, I mean little kids do that all the time right? But the next morning Jacks whole spine, stretching from his neck to his tailbone was covered in a thick black bruise. I immediately rushed him to the hospital and after numerous hours of pacing hospital halls the inevitable was confirmed, my son was going to die. Doctors said the cancer was spreading all over his body, and it was fast moving, there was nothing they could do to help. They said it would take a miracle if Jack were to survive more than a few days. But here we are three days later and Jack looks to be doing okay considering his condition, considering he has different drugs being pumped into him twenty four hours a day.
My boys a fighter, just like his daddy is, and he is going to survive this monster known as cancer, he has too.
I can't live without my little boy.
AN: Sorry this isn't too long and not so great.. But I had no idea what to write. It would be appreciated if you guys left comments and ideas of what I can write next.. Thanks for reading!