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Cancer. Just one word can change your life. It changes your perspective of life; one word changes how you look at things.

It started with the bruises, just simple ones. Just last week, I was playing soccer with my brother, Harris, and his girlfriend, Skye. That's when I noticed the bruises all over my legs, which was weird because I never hurt my legs that badly. When Harris saw the bruises, he immediately brought me over to the doctor.

The doctor concluded that I have stage 3 acute myeloid leukemia. The chance of living is extremely low; I won't be able to live to see New Years, and it was already October. The doctor tried to joke about my cancer, AML, how I was special for getting a rare cancer, but it didn't make the situation better; it only reminded me of how severe this was going to turn out. I am going to die, and you can't sugarcoat the meaning of death. Death is death, it's as simple as that. We all have to die someday, but for me death will arrive too early.

The doctor immediately sent me to have chemotherapy, and to later have a hematopoietic stem cell transplant in November, to hopefully get me into remission for a few weeks. I was so lost in thought that I haven't noticed a girl sitting next to me talking.

"Hey. My name is Claire. What are you here for?" The girl was cute, I had to admit. She was obviously a cancer patient, with her short white blonde hair and her hospital gown. A few tubes ran from the IV machine to her wrist. Her wide baby blue eyes stared at me with wonder.

I hesitated a bit. "Free cocktails." I joked, trying to make the situation better for the both of us.

The girl, Claire, giggled. "It's happy hour." Claire said, going along with my joke.

I held out my hand, "I'm Cam by the way. AML."

She shook my hand, "Claire. APL."

"APL? That's a rarity." I knew that APL was a subtype of my cancer, and not many people had that. Where I got this information? The amazing website known as Wikipedia. When Harris found out I had cancer, he forced me to read about AML with him. He wanted to know what was exactly going on, and what he should do to get me into remission. Right now, he is somewhere in the hospital, probably taking blood tests to see if my blood type matches with his.

Claire smirked, "Aren't we all?"

"Listen, after this, wanna get some food somewhere?" Normally, I don't ask girls to go out with me, but Claire is different. She seems sweet and we have something in common, even though it's something as horrible as cancer.

Claire thought for a while. I thought that she was going to reject me, and tell me how much of a loser I am, but she grinned and said, "Sure. Rosie's diner. What's your number?"

I probably looked like an idiot right now, smiling like there is no tomorrow. Well, there may be no tomorrow for some of us."347-6512," I said slowly, as she scribbled the said numbers on her left hand. As she finished writing the last number, her nurse came in.

"Alright sweetheart, you are done for today. Let me just take off your IVs and you are allowed to leave." the nurse said too cheerfully, carefully taking out Claire's tubes.

Claire smiled. She had a really beautiful smile. "See you later, Cam." Claire said. She waved at me before walking out of the room. Me, being an idiot just stared at her before clumsily waving back at her. Just as she left, Harris walked in.

Harris had this annoying twinkle in his green eyes, which meant he either had good news, or he just ran away from the cops. "Guess what." Harris said, his voice sounding annoyingly cheerful, just like the nurse.

I groaned. "What did you do this time? Mugged someone?" I asked.

Harris rolled his eyes, "No. Not recently. Your blood type is the exact same match as mine. I can be your donor."

That shook me awake. "Dude, don't bother donating. The doctors say I'm not going to live to see New Years." Harris looked like he was going to say something, but my cell phone interrupted our conversation. I hesitantly picked the phone up.

"Hello?" I asked, hoping that it was Claire.

The person on the other end was so close to the speaker, I can hear the person's breathing. "Umm, hi! It's Claire. Umm, I just called to see if you just gave me a bogus number or something." Claire's voice was soft and quiet. Hearing her voice brought a smile on my face. Harris is looking at me like I am an idiot. Man, I probably look stupid.

"Yes. This isn't Cam, I'm his evil clone." I joked. I hear Claire laugh on the other end. Hearing her laugh brought a bigger smile on my face. Gods, I will never hear the end of it from Harris when he finds out about Claire.

"Alright evil clone. Just tell Cam that I'm at Rosie's." Claire said, going along with my joke again.

"Okay. Cam will meet you there." I said, my voice imitating Darth Vader's voice. I heard Claire laugh again before hanging up. Once I hung up, Harris bombarded me with questions.

"Who's the unlucky chick?" Harris said jokingly. Me being all defensive, I shoved him.

"She's Claire and an amazing girl."

a/n: Another chapter completed! It's a bit longer than the last, but I'm still trying to make the chapters longer. I always had a head canon that Cam had a funny side to him and he and Harris had a close brother relationship. Also, for both Claire and Cam's cancer, I'm abbreviating their type of cancer. I'm not going to spoil the ending for you guys, but please remember what Claire said about death, and what happens after you die. That will play a huge part in the story. Just a reminder, there is still a poll on my profile, asking what story shall I update. Soulmates, along with Survivor are in the lead. The next chapter will be in Claire's point of view!