Lance's POV

"Lance you can't just not take your medication. Do you want to die quicker?"

"Hmmm. Maybe a tad."

The doctor speaking to me facepalms and just continues naming off reasons why I should stop skipping my medication so frequently.

I was totally not listening to him at all though. I was just looking out the window of the hospital room, wishing I could go out there and just run free without a care that I might die.

-ce!" The doctor yells towards me, but I only hear the very end of what he said to me. I sigh loudly and turn my head around to face the doctors face.

"You're lucky I care about you kiddo or else you'd probably be dead by now." The doctor says while turning off his computer and he try's to leave the room but I quickly say something.

"Coran. Old software engineers never die, they just log out." I try to joke. I'm working on my death jokes to try to clear the atmosphere whenever my family comes and visits me. I try to make them not worry so much about me.

"Oh lance, that was, I think you kids say today not very Gucci money of you." Coran says to me with a soft smile on his face. I chuckle at him and he gives me a puzzled look.

"Did I not use it correctly?" He asks me with pure confusion in his voice. I laugh harder at him. Why is this so funny to me?

"Okay, I think you're a little high off your meds, Lance." He tells me which I just laugh at harder in return. He quickly tells me goodbye and quietly shuts the door behind him. Leaving me in a hysterical fit.

My laughter finally dies down and now I'm back to being left with eternal dread and despair.

When I was little I had a little bit of hope that I could get better, but that child innocence is long gone. Now I have to face the reality that I could die at any moment and it's either going to be excruciating painful or very peaceful. Honestly just depends on where it decides to strike me next.

My disease is some form of Ivemark syndrome, but the doctors and specialist that I've seen so far say that there's something else to going on so I guess I have a brand new disease that no one else has yet. Score! I don't honestly know why I'm happy from it, but I technically just invented a new syndrome or disease.

My disease basically causes some of my organs to shut down and when that happens you know it's very painful and very life threatening. So I'm basically like the final destination movies with how many times I've cheated death. My whole life is crappy movie plot anyway.

I giggle at all my thoughts. Gosh I'm going insane aren't I? It could be some of my meds though? Hehe.

My meds usually make me supper tired and completely drained, so I'm actually super tired right now. I'm going to go to bed.

3rd Person POV

Meanwhile in the doctors office across from lance's room there's a meeting going on.

Lance is the main topic of there meeting.

"I just have never seen anything like his disease before." One of the doctors at the end of the table says. All of the doctors seem to agree with him on his statement.

"Ivemark syndrome is the closest syndrome we could describe lance's disease. Unless we want to make up a new disease now." Coran says while motioning to the screen in front of them with all of the information on lance's case is at. Almost everyone glances back at the information except a few doctors who are on there phones. Which Coran scoffs at them loudly to get their attention back to the work they need to be doing.

"I mean we could do that."

"Are we actually aloud to do that as low level doctors?"

"Ughh why does this kid have to be such a pain is the arse!"

"Okay okay. Everyone please quiet down." One of the doctors try's to tell all of them.

"Oh shut it Shiro. We are just discussing like normal human beings." One of the doctors snaps at Shiro.

"Let's just get back to the task at hand, okay Gerard?" Shiro says while displaying a smirk on his face. Gerard just glares at him, but surprisingly goes back to doing his work.

All of the doctors are discussing what they think lance could possibly have and some are trying to think of new names for his unknown disease.

"Coran from all of the tests we've done I don't think that he has much longer to live and I think that you should maybe tell him the truth instead of trying to give him false hope that will soon end." One of the doctors try's to ask Coran, but from his voice you can tell he was very anxious to ask that. Coran just gives him a look of defeat.

Everyone in that hospital knows that Coran has a more deeper bond with Lance. Lance is like a son he never had, so losing Lance would be very hard for him. That's why he always is trying to find ways to help and/or fix him.

"Okay I think this meeting is done for today." Coran tells everyone while already packing up his stuff to leave. The meeting is technically not suppose to end that soon, but we all start to pack up anyway for Coran.

3 months later

Keith's POV

"Keith! Get your lazy butt up and start getting ready to go to work!" Shiro yells at me from downstairs. Nope not today. I try to head back to sleep and I think I'm successful, until I hear footsteps coming up from the stairs. I pull the covers over my head and try to hide away in my blanket world.

I hear the door fling open.

"Keith do you want me to kick you out of this house right now?!" Shiro yells at me while attempting to take the blanket from my grasp. I clutch the blanket even tighter.

"Come on Keith! I need to get to the library today, drop you off at work, and then get my self to work." Shiro complains to me. I loosen my grip a little and he sees this and rips the blanket from my hold. I shiver as the coldness hits me full on.

"Fine, fine." I say while finally sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes in the process. He looks satisfied and walks out of the room while shutting the door behind him.

I groan and finally stand up and walk over to my closet to grab some clothes.