Chapter two, yay! I thought it'd be fitting to finally get a chapter out to you guys with me being off from work, so I hope you enjoy! As always, thank you for the love and support, and thank you to my "Paw paw" for being the inspiration behind this all. #LetsBeatCancer!

"Well, you're all set! We'll be seeing you in a month for your chemotherapy, Mr. Cena."

The doctor set John's black luggage into the trunk of the car, not wanting John to lift such a heavy load. John scowled softly, appreciating the help, but not wanting to be anyone's charity case. Before his diagnosis, he was roughly 250. Now with the stress of chemo, and the diagnosis itself, he was an alarming 205.

He wasn't himself, and damnit, he didn't truly remember what it even felt like to be himself. The soft rub of his mother's hand brought him back down to earth for a moment, as he nodded politely at the doctor. "Doc, thanks. We'll be seeing you then. Take care."

He cringed softly, wanting the doctor to leave before he got into the passenger's side of his 2013 black chrome Escalade. He knew it was difficult to lift himself into certain things, and the last thing he wanted was for the doctor to further assist him when he can assist himself just fine. John tipped his hat at the doctor politely, as the doctor gave him a sympathetic smile, grabbing at his arm to help him into his car.

John growled softly, before grabbing the doctor's arm with force. "PLEASE. Just go.. I am perfectly capable of getting into a fucking car. I don't need another man lifting me as if I'm some sick child. Now, go, please!" John's mother gasped softly, running to John's side as the doctor stepped back, hurt slightly by the sharpness of John's request.

Mrs. Cena grabbed the doctor's hands, before apologizing repeatedly. "He's just irritable at the moment, its nothing personal. Thank you for all of your help, and we will be seeing you in about a month." The doctor nodded quietly, before trudging back into the bright hospital. As John's mother climbed into the driver's side, she glanced over at her son, watching him hold back hot, angry tears.

All she could do at that very moment was stare straight ahead down the road, and get John back into the comfort of his own home. As she drove down the dark road, she looked over at a sleeping John, so happy that for once throughout all of this, he was at peace. She pulled over for a split second, reaching into the back seat for a wool blanket she got John when he was just a small boy. As she laid the cloth against him, she watched as a happy, soft smile crept against his lips.

In his dreams, he was back at a happier time. He was far away from the troubles of injury, road life, and the burden of cancer. Mrs. Cena sat and watched him sleep happily, as she wept silently from the driver's side. All she wanted out of this was for her son to be at peace, and it seemed for that split moment, he finally was.