The room smelt of anti-bacterial wash and that sterile smell that he hated so much. You could feel the sickness throughout the building. The walls were painted white and second class paintings by nameless artists hung on the walls in a failed attempt to cheer up it's occupants.

A frail looking little boy sat anxiously on the edge of the bed. A friendly looking nurse gently slid the needle into a vein on the top of his left hand. He inwardly shuddered while he remained his stony composure. He was used to being stuck. He didn't like the fact that the stuff that was supposed to be making him better was making him sicker and more tired.

"You can sleep through this if you want," she offered as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. He laid down on the bed. He didn't want to be awake while thew were shoving poisonous chemicals into him. His eyes drifted closed as he watched Matte turn the pages of her romance novel and her eyes scanned over the page.

Jean-Luc watched anxiously as Matte slowly pulled into the driveway. She quickly got out and was followed more slowly by Remy. He looked like a hardened war veteran. He had an emotionless look in his eyes. All the humor and happiness that he had once had was now washed away. He was no longer that care free boy he had taken off the street.

He knelt down and took Remy in his arms as Remy leaned comfortably into his embrace, Bone chilled weariness etched into his frame.

Later that night, as the sun was sinking beyond the horizon, saw a man and a women standing in the doorway. The man looked to be in his late forties with kind brown eyes that shone with wisdom beyond his years and a sensible disposition. Matte was a heavy set women with dark brown hair and a caring personality.

Remy laid on the couch sleeping. His features were calm and peaceful while he was visiting the realms of sleep. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a black tee-shirt and an unzipped black sweatshirt. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest. The movie he had been watching had long since ended leaving snow on the screen.

Jean-Luc softly padded over to his son and knelt until their faces were level. He stroked Remy's forehead and pushed his hair back from his face. He looked thoughtfully at the boy for a moment.

This was the boy he had rescued from the streets. Through all his pain and suffering had remained cheerful and never got bitter or resentful. Who had just taken what he got because that was the way the world had turned. Who had been forced to suffer the injustices of the world, and now, now that he was finally happy and living the life a kid should live, something happened to bring him down.

Remy was being pulled back into wakefulness, fighting against the instinct for his eyes to flash open. He willed himself to relax. He felt fingers playing with his hair. Matte? No the fingers were to calloused. He slowly opened his eyes and was surprised when he saw Jean-Luc hovering about him.

Jean-Luc inwardly cringed at the dead, dull look in Remy's once bright eyes. They smiled sadly at each other.

"Mon fils, I want'd to talk to you. How are you?" Remy could tell what the real question was even though Jean-Luc tried to ask it subtly.

" 'M fine." He lied and he could tell by the piercing gaze he received that

Jean-Luc didn't believe him.

" 'M tired," he admitted shyly, and he knew that Jean-Luc understood what he meant by that. He was so tired, his illness was taking a toll on his body. He just wanted to lay down and sleep and just die so he wouldn't have to put up with this suffering.

Jean0Luc carefully lifted Remy up and slid under him placing him gently onto his lap. He put his hand over Remy's eyes.

"Sleep." He commanded, ad soon they were both asleep.

Six Months Later

The doctor sat behind the desk, her face was unreadable. She made the occasional "Hmmm," or "ah-hum," as she read over the reports and blood work. Jean-Luc and Remy sat tersely as they waited nervously for her to speak. "Your blood work looks good," she informed him. Then her face lit up with a smile. "You are in remission my friend." Remy sat in shock for a moment before he grinned and Jean-Luc saw the old Remy return.


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