A knock at the door caught Mike's attention he walked over and opened the door letting in Vince, Paul and Doctor Joseph Maroon to the room. The men settled down on the couch and Mike decided to perch on the arm of the chair.

Vince began, "Mike how are you feeling?"

Mike just smiled weakly glancing at Vince before looking down and replying "Thanks for coming here." He paused unsure how to begin when Joe spoke.

"You have the results back?"

"Yeah um, it's," he pulled out the results and handed it over to Joe "Its not good."

A heavy silence settled on the room whilst Joe read over the specialists notes and then studied the results. Mike felt unsettled and began fidgeting with his watch. Vince and Paul waited for Joe to speak.

"It appears Mike has Leukemia, his specialist wants to start the chemotherapy as soon as possible."

"Leukemia?" Vince said shocked then looked at Mike before reading over the specialists letter. Paul sat in shocked silence watching Mike as though he was going to suddenly explode, or so Mike thought to himself.

Vince spoke after a while.

"Well we're going to have to get the title off you, we'll start things rolling."

Mike nodded not looking up not wanting to see the looks of pity.

"Listen Mike," Vince continued and waited for Mike to look up, "Don't worry about work, we'll sort all that out, you just focus on beating this."

"Thank you Vince, uh, I'd like to keep this private,"

Vince frowned obviously thinking about possible benefits but then nodded and said "Okay Mike, if that's what you want." He stood and shook Mike's hand "I'll see you later on,"

"Thanks again, Vince,"

Paul turned to Vince "I'll catch you up," Vince nodded and left.

"Mike are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, I don't want the looks of pity or anything like that," Mike closed his eyes, frowning slightly as he shifted to ease the pain and Paul quickly asked "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Mike opened his eyes and gave a quick smile ostensibly to ease Paul's concerns but Paul could still see the signs of pain lurking around Mike's eyes.

Paul echoed Vince and left leaving Mike and Joe.

Mike looked over at the doctor then at the test results Joe still had in his hand then down at the carpet before saying "You didn't explain those results,"

"No, I don't think Vince needs to know just now,"

Mike nodded.

"You getting enough sleep?"

"Some,"
"I can see you're in pain, have you been given anything?"

"I've got a prescription but I left it at home this morning."

"Hmm, I'll arrange to get you another prescription and I'll have Michael Sampson get it filled out for you,"

Mike nodded, "Thanks,"

"Mike, these results aren't great, but your doctor is positive about your possible outcome, your young, fit and otherwise healthy."

"Yeah, I know,"

"Good, as you know I can't make tonight but I will be passing on the word to Michael and Chris."

"Okay,"

"I'm always available, remember that and don't forget to see Michael when you get there this afternoon."

"I appreciate everything, Joe," Mike showed the doctor out, 'Well I'm glad that's over,' thought Mike as he led down on the bed trying to ignore the ache. It was still four hours before he had to go to the arena but Mike felt drained and wanted some sleep, he got comfortable and after setting an alarm on his phone he laid there and managed to get a couple of hours of rest.