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When Randy was allowed to come home from his treatment at the hospital he spent his time with Wilson out in the backyard as both his brothers were out enjoying the early days of their summer vacation. He envied them, wishing he could hang with his friends at the arcade or mall, like they were probably doing. But as much as he envied them he couldn't get mad at them for that, he was the one who was sick, not them and it wouldn't be fair for them to stay home and worry about his condition.

Currently, he was sitting on a stool in Wilson's backyard with his eyes closed as Wilson was trying to help him meditate.

"The healthy white blood cells are attacking the cancer cells." Wilson spoke in a soft voice.

"Attacking." Randy whispered back, hoping that was true.

"Attacking the cancer cells."

"Attacking."

Randy then opened his eyes and took a deep breath before looking up at his neighbor.

"How are you feeling?" Wilson asked.

"A little bit better." Randy responded. "Thanks, Wilson."

"My pleasure, Taylor lad."

Hopping off the stool, Randy lightly kicked the ground before looking up at the cloudless sky as something was still on his mind. It went away while he was talking with Wilson but now he was back to thinking about it.

"Wilson." He began.

"Yes."

"I think I'm going to die."

The statement he had just heard stunned Wilson. He stared at the young teen for a moment before responding in a shocked voice;

"Why would you say that?"

Randy shoved his hands in his pockets as he recalled his dream.

"I had a nightmare during my treatment at the hospital. I saw my own funeral."

Tears then began to build up in his eyes that he quickly wiped away.

"I saw hell, Wilson." Randy then bit his bottom lip. "I don't want to die."

Wilson then quickly went over to him and put his arm around his shoulder as he led him back to the stool, trying his best to comfort the scared boy.

"Have you ever read Meister Eckhart?" He asked.

"No."

Wilson smiled.

"I didn't think so."

He then started to remember the German philosopher's words about angels and demons, hoping that it would comfort Randy in some way.

"Eckhart saw Hell too. He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, they're freeing your soul."

Wilson then looked Randy right in the eye.

"So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth. It's just a matter of how you look at it, that's all."

Randy then smiled a little.

"Do you think I'll be okay, Wilson?"

Wilson nodded.

"I really do."

Back inside the house, Jill was on the phone with Dr. Kauffman trying to find out if Randy's condition had improved at all after his first iodine treatment.

"We still haven't gotten back the results, Mrs. Taylor." Dr. Kauffman spoke. "Why don't you call back in an hour?"

"Okay." Jill sighed.

"I can tell you that Randy's next treatment will be on Friday at eleven thirty."

"Alright, thank you Dr. Kauffman."

Just as Jill hung up the phone, Tim came down the stairs with a pad of paper in his hands as he had been up in his room writing down his feelings about the whole situation, something Jill had suggested he do to get out all his emotion and frustration.

"Hey, any update?" Tim asked.

"No, nothing yet."

Jill then looked down at the pad in his hand and saw that it had writing on it.

"I see that you took my advice."

"Yeah. I actually feel a little better…maybe you do know what you're talking about."

"Thanks." Jill responded sarcastically.

The two of them then moved further into the living room and looked out into the backyard, seeing Randy laying down on one of the lawn chairs, throwing a tennis ball up into the air.

"I think it's time you talking to him." Jill stated.

Even though he knew his wife was right, Tim couldn't get his feet to move forward. Jill then shook her head, not understanding.

"Why are you so afraid?"

"I don't know."

Tim then took a deep breath as he ran his hand through his hair.

"When is his next treatment?" He then asked.

"Friday."

"Okay, I'll go with you when you take him to the hospital."

"No, I think you should take him yourself."

"Jill-"

"Tim, you have to do this. You can't keep avoiding him. Imagine how Randy feels knowing his father can't face him."

"Fine. I'll take him myself."

Jill nodded before turning away as Tim looked back out the glass doors, seeing his second son continue to lay out in the sun. No more execuses, no more avoiding...he would talk to Randy about everything.