A/N: I know that I said I probably wouldn't be updating anything for awhile...but my stories are what have been making my sister feel better. She wants me to write. She enjoys me bringing stories for her to read while at the hospital. :) So therefore...I shall write:)
It's not fair.
Nothing is fair.
Nothing is EVER fair.
He repeated it over and over again like a sacred prayer. As if suddenly, after so many times, matters would reverse, and in lieu of nothing ever being fair, the whole universe and everything in it and everything that occurred would be fair.
He didn't understand. How could he, when no one else did, either?? His own Mother didn't understand, as she continually questioned the situation. The doctors didn't understand.
It's not fair.
Nothing is fair.
Nothing is EVER fair.
Zack seemed perfectly normal, perfectly healthy, just a week and a half ago. When he and Cody had taken that trip to the family reunion at the park, and they couldn't find Kurt's side of the family, so Zack had ripped a piece of paper from Cody's notebook and wrote in a heavy black marker: We're Whoever Wants to Adopt Us.
They'd taken turns holding the sign up in the window of the car, chuckling madly as the people they passed shot them looks that so evidently stated 'you need help.'
So it wasn't right that now, ten days later, Zack's new residence was the hospital, on floor six, in room 6121. It wasn't right that at his age he had to be put through so many tests. He was too young to spend his summer in a bed, hooked up to a stupid IV pole!!!
It's not fair.
Nothing is fair.
Nothing is EVER fair.
His Mom blamed herself, but what could she have done?! Sure, the signs had been there, as plain as day, but really, truly, and honestly, what could she have done?! The doctors themselves at first, before they'd run test after test, had been stumped at the case.
Of course the weight loss had been extremely suspicious to both Cody and Carey, but Zack had found a job that made him stand all day, on his feet, and because he'd been working, there had been less time to eat. It had been dismissed. There had been no need to overanalyze it. Not really.
And then there were the complaints of backaches, which indeed, had been strange as well, especially to Cody. Old people were supposed to have trouble with joint pain. Not teenagers! But again, it was dismissed. After all, Zack lifted heavy objects at his job.
Besides, it wasn't like taking him to a doctor would have done a thing. Doctors didn't prescribe medicine for colds, much less headaches and backaches! It wasn't like anybody ever thought about a 16-year-old needing tests run. He was 16 years old for crying out loud!! He was automatically supposed to be healthy!
It's not fair.
Nothing is fair.
Nothing is EVER fair.
Cody sourly bit his upper lip, intending to draw blood, as if the mere fact that he was bleeding would subside his misery. Zack didn't even fall between the average ages of people who were diagnosed with this rare disease, which was even rarer. It didn't make sense. Why Zack?! Why now?! Why at this age?! Why not someone else? Why not Cody?!
It's not fair.
Nothing is fair.
Nothing is EVER fair.
Cody slumped in his uncomfortable seat, a golf-ball forming in his dry throat as he watched an oddly frail Zack sleep. Zack, who was skinnier than Cody now. Zack, who could only eat ice chips for the time being. Zack, with an IV that provided him all his needed nutrients through a bag that contained a milk-shake-type liquid.
Zack Martin, who hopefully, with prayer and faith, would not be doomed to live a cursed life from now until his death.
It's not fair.
Nothing is fair.
Nothing is EVER fair.