A/N: Hi everyone! I am here with a new story! I will be finishing up All I Want For Christmas Is Kendall Knight, I have most of the final chapter written, so that will be up within the next couple of days...

Ok, so this is quite a change from my normal writing...I have extensive knowlege of the medical field, but I can't say that I have written a whole lot with the knowlege. This isn't a happy go lucky story, I warn you, but I think you all should stick around and read it. I hope it entertains! Read and review please!

I do not own BTR.

I Don't Want Your Pity...

This wasn't supposed to be happening...It couldn't be! He was so young. So full of life. So much ahead of him. Kendall Knight knew he could not be sick, he knew the young doctor must have grabbed the wrong file, must have pulled up the wrong patient's records on the computer, because this just wasn't right. The pain in his shoulder was just that-a pain in his shoulder. Torn rotator cuff, a pulled muscle, a pinched nerve-it had to be something like that. But Dr. Mitchell kept using words like "Ewing's Sarcoma" and "Bone Cancer" and "Chemotherapy", not "You just need physical therapy" or "You should continue seeing your chiropractor".

"Dr. Mitchell, I don't think I quite understand...Are you telling me I have cancer?" Kendall inquired, a barely audible tremble present in his voice. His emerald eyes were wide with disbelief and fear, his hands plagued with tremors suddenly.

"Kendall, I know this is very hard to digest right now. Cancer is...Well, cancer is something everyone never dreams of getting. But the pain in your shoulder? The redness, swelling, and pain in that area? Your chiropractor was wise to send you to get x-rays, because that's what lead us to do CT scans, and that is why we did the bone biopsy. Ewing's Sarcoma is not a cancer that is easily detected, which is why you are a lucky man to get it caught in only stage two. Basically, Kendall, you have a tumor in your left shoulder blade, and now we just need to put you on chemo as quickly as possible so the cancer doesn't grow and spread. I have it in mind to admit you to the cancer ward today, if you are agreeable to that, we could start prepping you tomorrow."

He had no idea what was going on.

Cancer?

Cancer was something old people got...

Why is this doctor telling him he has cancer if he is so young?

"Dr. Mitchell, you keep saying I have cancer, but aren't I too young for it?"

"Well, first off, call me Logan. You and I will be spending a lot of time together over these next few months, so I like to make my people feel more at ease. Secondly, no, you are not too young to get cancer. In fact, for this type of bone cancer, you are in the prime age bracket for it. It usually shows is 10 to 30 year olds. You being 23, well, it isn't surprising."

"Am I going to live?" The blonde asked, bracing himself for the worst.

"I am not going to sugar coat it, Kendall, this is an aggressive cancer, which is why we need to fight it head on so quickly, so we can get you better. I have a good feeling about this. I will do my best, you have my word on that." The dark-haired doctor stuck his hand out for Kendall to shake, a symbol of his devotion. Kendall eagerly shook it, grasping it like it was the last hope of living. Essentially, he was.

Kendall trudged down the hospital's hallway, a duffel bag slung over his good shoulder, heading to the cancer ward, his temporary home for the next few months. He walked up to the nurse's station, waiting for the receptionist, Kelly (or so the nametag says), to tell him his room number. She was young, maybe mid thirties, dark chocolate skin, and wavy black hair that framed her angelic face. Kendall couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. She looked up from the paper in front of her, her dark eyes staring into Kendall's green ones, a wide smile gracing her features.

"Kendall Knight?" She asked. I nodded, shoving my hands into the front pocket of my zipped up hoodie.

"That's me, unfortunately." He couldn't say that this news didn't take the spring from his step or the sparkle from his eyes, because that would be a lie. Kendall, for the first time in his life, was depressed off his ass. Who wouldn't be?

Kelly flashed him a knowing smile before saying,

"I wish I could say you will love it here, but really what you are going to love is the people. We have some great staff here, and a crew of awesome patient's at the moment. A couple your age, too. I know that doesn't make it better right now, but it will. Trust me."

It took everything within Kendall to force the smile he gave her.

He was so tired.

Was it too early in the game to give up?

He shoved that thought away, thinking of all the stuff he had to live for.

His mom. His sister, Katie. Hockey; he was the captain of the Minnesota Wilds. His cat, Hemingway. His hopes and dreams, he needed to live for all that.

Kelly and he walked down the hall, towards his private room, the young woman chatting about the patients, but Kendall couldn't bring himself to listen. He didn't want pity from anyone, but he sure as hell could wallow internally. Because, right now, he wanted to feel bad for himself, and he deserved to. He wasn't out of a job, he wasn't low on money, he didn't have realtionship problems. He had cancer for fuck's sake. The other reasons people feel sorry for themselves were downright petty compared to Kendall's life right now.

They turned into his room, which was colored a peaceful blue, a beach mirage painted on the far wall, and ocean scenery pictures hung all over the walls. He guessed it was supposed to be relaxing. Not working, as of yet.

"Well, Kendall, your closet is right there where you can hang your clothes and put any other belongings you have with you in there. Bathroom is to the left, the TV remote is in the right side pocket of the bed. Other than that, just try to relax and rest. This news isn't easily taken."

"Why do I have to stay here? Other people do chemo and go home afterwards. Why do I have to stay?" Kendall asked suddenly.

"Because we are going to treat it so aggressively, you are going to be sick a lot. We need to moniter your food intake, keep you hydrated and keep your body in balance basically. Your case is special, Kendall." Kelly placed a comforting hand on the boy's arm. Kendall nodded, understanding why. The nurse left the room, leaving him to stare at his surroundings. He walked to the closet and started unpacking for his long stay here.

He hadn't called his mom. The only person he had called and told was Coach, to tell him that he would be out for a while. Kendall wasn't for sure who took the news harder; him or Coach. Kendall was good at hockey, and the team's winnings had the potential to take a massive hit with him not leading.

Once he was done setting up his room, he sat on the bed and pulled his knees to his chest. Without warning, tears began to track down his slim face, and he hadn't the energy or the willpower to tell himself to "get a grip". Right now, he wanted to cry.

"Pssst! Hey! New kid!" Kendall heard a loud whisper from the direction of the door. He wiped off his wet cheeks and turned to see who was calling. Kendall couldn't help that his heart sped up, thumping against the walls of his chest at the sight of the short Latino wearing black skinny jeans and a purple hoodie. His smile could prove to be infectious, his pearly white teeth shining bright in Kendall's currently dismal world. His brown eyes sparkeled with fun and mischief, his touseld jet black hair pointing in a thousand different directions. Kendall had not seen anyone as gorgeous as this kid.

"Yeah?" Kendall inquired.

"Wanna sucker?" The bouncing boy asked excitedly.

"Do I want a WHAT!?" Kendall didn't know exactly how to take his question.

"Ya know, a lollipop? I know where the nurses keep the good stash, the ones with the tootsie roll in the middle, and I was just about to go sneak one for myself, but when I passed by here, I saw you, and you look like you need some cheering up." The Latino explained exhuberently.

"Sure, why not! The one with the brown wrapper, those are my favorite." Kendall couldn't help but say yes, fearing he would crush the beautiful man's world if he refused.

"Be right back!" He whispered, tiptoeing away stealthily. Kendall laughed, despite his earlier blues, there was just something about this kid...

He was back quickly, triumphantly waving two tootsie pops in the air, one brown and the other red.

"I got them! I have been here a while so I know when, where, and how to nab these things without the nurses knowing. They think it's bad for me to have sugar."

"Is it a medical thing?" Kendall asked, wondering if he should let him eat the pop if he shouldn't have it...

"No, not that, it's just I am hyper. Like REALLY hyper. They think sugar makes me more so, but I really don't care. I am sick, therefore if I want candy, I will have my candy and eat it too." There was that smile again, the one Kendall couldn't help but mirror.

"I'm Carlos Garcia, by the way, what's your name, Blondie?"

They shook hands as Kendall responded,

"Kendall Knight. Pleased to meet you, Carlos. So you said you've been here a while?..."

"Yeah, I have Myelogenous Leukemia. Basically, my white blood cells have cancer. You?"

"Bone Cancer. Ewing's Sarcoma I think it's called?" Kendall answered as Carlos sat cross-legged on the bed with Kendall, unwrapping his lollipop. He stuck it in his mouth and started sucking on it. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned loudly at the taste, and by god if that didn't do something to Kendall. He couldn't help it that the extremely sexy noises coming from Carlos got him a little excited.

"Yeah, I've heard of that one. Chemo and radiation?"

"Just chemo right now. Dr. Mitchell said if that doesn't work, we will try radiation also."

"Yeah, I was actually in remission for my cancer for two years, but three months ago it popped up again, and I couldn't do chemo this time through. Which is nice that I don't have to lose my hair again." Carlos carded his fingers through his short locks for emphasis.

"Yeah, I am not really looking forward to the whole hair loss thing." Kendall admitted, unwrapping his lollipop.

"Sometimes people don't lose their hair. The reason you lose your hair during chemo is because not only does it attack the cancer cells, but it attacks living cells also. But some people, I don't know, they just don't get affected by it. You could try ice packs and rogaine too, if you want!"

"WHAT?!" Kendall squealed, not believeing his ears.

"Yeah, some people think that putting ice pack on your head, something called scalp hypothermia or cryotherapy or some shit like that prevents hair loss. And Rogaine. But that's a given why people think it works. Some people it does work, other's it doesn't."

"So, how much longer are you here?" Kendall asked, wondering if he would be able to keep his new friend around. He admitted he was scared and he wouldn't mind having Carlos around to help him through the scary first times.

"As long as it takes to kick this cancer's butt. Don't worry, I will be around to help you through this, promise." Carlos grasped Kendall's hands, squeezing them tightly.

Kendall knew from that moment on that they would be inseparable.

A/N: There you all go! Review pleaseeeeeeeee!