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Wally and his mom walked into the doctor's office.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked cheerfully.
"It seems like a very bad flu," Wally's mom answered, while Wally glared at the overly cheerful doctor.
Thus began tests. First was the normal doctor thing: blood pressure, temperature, weight, height. But this was where it started to go wrong.
"Your weight seems to be very low for your height," the doctor said, marking something down on his clipboard. Wally sat back down on the bed-thing in the doctor's office (what is that thing called?). Now that he thought about it, he had had a smaller appetite than usual for the past couple weeks. He thought nothing of it at the time.
"I think we should take some blood tests." Wally's eyes widened. Getting poked with a needle is not fun. Having it draw out blood was even worse. He almost barfed again at the thought of it.
10 minutes later, Wally and his mom were sitting at a booth in the blood test area of the medical center. He was told to squeeze a squishy ball. Then Wally got poked with a needle, and he winced at the sudden poke. He looked away as the tubes filled up with blood (lovely mental picture, huh?).
"All done," the lady doing the blood test said. She gave him a bandage and let him go. Wally slowly stood up so he wouldn't fall over again.
"You can wait in the waiting room until we get the results back," the lady said. Wally and his mom went back to the waiting room.
They had been waiting for half an hour. Wally was staring at the fish tank while his mom was reading an old magazine when they were called back in.
The doctor looked at them. "We've got some results here. There's a high count of white blood cells. This could mean a number of different things, so we've sent the data to the local hospital and are going to allow them to do the proper diagnosis."
Wally looked at him with a blank look, having no idea what he was talking about. But his mom looked a little bit panicky. "Alright. We'll go to the hospital then."
He might not have known what was wrong, but he knew that it must be bad if he had to go to the hospital.
The car ride to the hospital was silent. Wally was glad that he hadn't thrown up in an hour, but was feeling extremely dizzy.
His mom pulled up to the hospital. "Let's go Wallabee," she said with a sigh.
He managed to walk to the hospital without falling over, which was better than he was expecting. He felt like the world was spinning.
"Doctor Samson is ready to see you now," the receptionist said, pressing a button on her phone. "I just paged him. He should come momentarily."
A doctor came out. He had black hair and big glasses. "Follow me," he said.
The doctor talked while they were walking. "My name is Doctor Samson. I need to do some tests to make a proper diagnosis. Wallabee, that's your name, right? You look like you're about to faint. You're 10 years old and in fifth grade, according to your regular doctor."
Wally raised an eyebrow. Doctor Samson seemed to be a little crazy.
"My daughter would be in fifth grade, but she skipped it, so now she's in sixth grade. She's doing pretty well. Still at the top of her class. She went to Gallagher Elementary. Where do you go to school?"
"Um. Gallagher Elementary," Wally replied.
"Maybe you remember her. Enough chit-chat!" Doctor Samson flung a door open. "Have a seat, Wallabee, and...?" He looked at his mom.
"Margo," Wally's mom supplied.
"Alright, Margo." Doctor Samson looked at Wally. "Now, I'm going to do a bone marrow biopsy. We're going to take some bone marrow from your pelvis bone."
Wally looked absolutely disgusted. The doctor laughed at that. "It's not as bad as it sounds, I promise. Now, come with me, Wallabee. Margo, if you don't mind, would you please stay here?"
Margo nodded.
"Okay! Let's go, Wallabee!" Doctor Samson and Wallyabee walked out of the office.
"What we're going to do is we're going to give you an injection to numb the area, then stick another needle in. It won't hurt very much, don't worry. You're probably wondering why I seem so cheerful. It won't help the patient if the doctors are depressed all the time!" Doctor Samson laughed. Wally gave him an awkward smirk, wondering if he could trust him or not.
They did the biopsy, and it wasn't as bad as Wally was expecting, but it was another long wait.
Doctor Samson came in. "We've got the results."
He suddenly looked serious. "I'm sorry, but you have leukemia."
That was probably the longest chapter I've ever written! YAY! Well, not yay, because of the ending there. :( Poor Wally!