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Vincent wondered if he was adopted. Just being adopted would explain so much about why he was different than his family. It would explain why his hair was blonde while his parents hair was black. His father explained that every boy in their family had black hair even when their wives were blonde. Vincent rather sit under a tree like Sir Isaac Newton unlike his uncle who would chop trees down like George Washington. And Vincent never cared for games with guns. It was obvious that the actions were fake and they used stunt devils in every car chase, every fight, and every time a character jumped out of a window. Vincent's favorite movies were all Disney. Disney The Jungle Book, The Lion King, Beauty&The Beast, Sleeping Beauty. Vincent also liked fairy tales from big books.

Vincent's parent called him to the nursing office. Vincent saw his father hold down the kangaroo and his mother changing the kangaroo's diaper. Vincent's father was grossed out by the site of blood. His father couldn't even eat a medium-rare hamburger without feeling nauseous, and he was wary of needles and blood pumps. Vincent took the dirty diaper from his mother's grasp. His mother changed his kangaroo body for a fresh new diaper.

Vincent walked down to the basement. All the animal's that were healed stayed down there. Vincent's parents didn't believe an animal should be kept in a cage. They needed more space to stay stable, like a horse. Vincent' s parents created small pens to keep the animals in. There were three pens: cats, racoons, and guinea pig's The parents waited until the animals upstairs were nursed and didn't need medical attention, then they would sell the animals below. Vincent's job was to feed all of them.

Some of the cats had quarrels over who was the strongest. Vincent saw them growl at each other while one like her legs, her paws were spindly from lack of use. What some people didn't know was babies could die from lack of love. It was important that Vincent and his parents gave the timid cats the tender loving love they deserve.

Before Vincent played with most of the cats he liked to play with Rosey. Rosey was not like the rest of the cats. She was afraid of cats; Vincent had to handle her with much more care. Vincent picked Rosey and fiddled with her right cat paw. When Vincent finished playing with Rosey he poured food into bowls and dropped them to the pets. Vincent stayed to make sure everyone was eating from the right bowls, because each animal had different pills in their's. Some were blind, some were wrapped in bandages, and some even put out small foam. These illnesses would never be cured.

No matter how many animals Vincent's mom and dad brought home he never forgot about his one true friend. Vincent put a choke collar around SnowFlake's neck and pulled the polar bear cub outside. There was a small tent outside. Vincent dressed in his winter jacket when he was inside the tent. Vincent's parents installed it just for SnowFlake. SnowFlake needed lots of exercise in his life. He wasn't allowed outside their home because of the germs and blight. SnowFlake had his thirty minute walk in the tent. The tent was designed to snow when Vincent wanted it to. He filled a large metal container with lots of ice. That ice was dropped into a grinder-like container and turned into small snow. It was suppose to remind SnowFlake of being in the artic. But no amount of ice was the same. SnowFlake was constantly hot and he was confided in this house just because it was cooler.

One time Vincent found one of the guinea pigs moving around like something was crawling in its body. Vincent ran upstairs screaming " Dad, something is wrong with Brad! Brad's hurt!" As a licensed veterinarian his father tried helping Brad. But as a man looking at a suffering animal he decided the best idea was to put it out of its misery. When Brad died they dropped his body in a plastic bag and buried him in the ground. Every single living organism in the world died. Vincent's father was just preparing Brad for his time.

In Vincent's room he liked to draw things. He was artistic. He started drawing when he was eight. Vincent liked to ride his bike around the neighborhood and draw the most interesting thing he found. With a lemon popsicle in his mouth, Vincent was finishing his drawing of SnowFlake. After two months and nine imperfect drawings, Vincent finally found the virtue of SnowFlake.

" Vincent." Vincent's mother walked into his room. Vincent looked at his alarm clock. 11: 16. It was time for him to go to bed. Vincent crawled into his bed and put his bed covers over his feet. When his feeet were in the covers his mother leaned on his knees. " Are you ready for the doctor's appointment tomorrow? You're not a little worried about what he's going to say?"

" Mom, I'm not scared," Vincent said. " I'm seventeen years old. I've been to the doctors many times."

" It's okay to be scared. Everyone gets scared about something."

" But I'm not scared, mom."

" Of course your not. You're my special little boy." Vincent's mother leanded closer to Vincent and kissed his forehead. Vincent was glad he was born with a family with lots of love. " Sweet dreams."

" Good night, Mom."

Vincent didn't know why his parents wanted him to go to the doctors. He had a check-up two weeks ago. He didn't know if he was being assessed. Vincent's mother just told him it was important. But Vincent felt fine. He kept telling his mother he felt fine, but she didn't listen to him.

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Vincent wanted Subway. He told his mother a dozen times on the ride to the hospital he wanted Subway afterwards. He was just annoying her. He tried explaining that dad let him have Subway. If his sister was with him she'd want him to have Subway. But she didn't listen to him. Vincent spent the rest of the way playing Yu-Gi-Oh Tag Force 4 for Sony PSP.

Vincent wasn't stupid, but he didn't know he wasn't allowed to take his PSP into the hospital. He was also not allowed to take his own books into the hospital, candy into the hospital, and he wasn't even allowed to wear a jacket. He knew that it was regulatons and he shouldn't bicker about them, and should boldly go to the hosptial. But Vincent was still afraid of hospitals. Even though he was through with his adolescence, there was still fear in everyone.

When Vincent's PSP lost all it's power Vincent looked out the window. Vincent liked to imagine monkey's were jumping on the trees. Sometimes in the incandescent light he how the glint figure of a reindeer. A toddler reindeer jumping in the tree. Vincent saw the reindeer everywhere he went. Vincent never knew what the reindeer looked like, just it's shadow.

" You go ahead," Vincent's mother said as she parked the car.

Vincent went through his first concussion in this hospital. He waited for two hours just for the doctor to see him. He had his second concussion three years later. Vincent once waited for six hours just to see his doctor. This time there was a large line in the entrance. Were they here for a flu shot? Vincent's mother already left. When Vincent finally reached the inside of the hospital he watched the television. Hockey was playing, and almost every male in the hospital was watching it.

" I wonder what it would be like if females played hockey?" Vincent thought staring at the TV. Vincent wondered if he should pick a magazine out of the magazine rack and read it. Vincent couldn't take a nap—a nurse only told a patient once they were called. Vincent just fiddled with his fingers. " I wonder where the largest water park in the world is."

Vincent remembered what his mother said about his ancestor. She said in the Battle of Attu he was the one who gave the American's their victory. Vincent saw pictures of his grandfather when he was young, and he was the most handsome person Vincent ever saw. He reminded Vincent of Orlando Bloom. He was Vincent's role model. Or he was until Vincent heard how after the war he ran afoul. Vincent heard he sold sticks for one year, then he found some bronze lamp. Vincent didn't know why his grandfather was so proud of that lamp. It wasn't even worth anything for the Cash for Gold.

" Vincent. Vincent."

" That's me," Vincent said and followed the nurse. Vincent turned a corner and came to two doors. He walked into the door on the right and sat on a green cushion couch with white plastic.

" Wait right here. The doctor will be with you shortly." The nurse closed the door. Ian didn't know why she said that. One time he waited for the doctor for almost half an hour. Vincent just fiddled with his fingers and breathed in them. But the door opened quickly and doctor Griffon walked in."

" Hi, Vincent. You look tired. Did you not get enough sleep or did you have turkey roost for breakfast? Hahahaha! Just kidding. What are you here for?"

" I don't know," Vincent shrugged. " My mother just said I had to give you this." Vincent handed a letter to Doctor Griffon. Doctor Griffon read the cover on the letter and left. Vincent never saw Doctor Griffon make a face like that. It was almost like he was sheepish of that letter. Vincent heard a rustling sound from the other side of the window. Before Vincent could look out the window the door opened. Events were transcending.

" Here it is." Doctor Griffon walked into the room with a syringe. Was it a flu shot? Vincent held his arm out and closed his eyes. " It's a long road from this office, Vincent." Vincent's entire body was in some kind of paralysis. His eyes were half-open while his hands and legs bent like rubber. Doctor Griffon pulled a small, green gun from his pocket. His fingers squeezed the gun so hard he shuddered. Doctor Griffon raised the gun to Vincent's head and fired. " Sorry..."