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Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!

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The doctor came in while my parents where visiting late. He came in with a grim look on his face.
"The results form the tests I took earlier came in, and unfortunately I don't have any good news." He pulls up a chair from across the room and sits down.
"Well that's an encouraging greeting, doc." I push my self up so that I am sitting in bed. My mom gives me a disapproving look.
"Slash, don't be so rude." She turns to the doctor, "what did the results say?" The doctor puts his clipboard down on the little table over my bed.
"Well, the results we got showed that you do indeed have leukemia. Now there are many different types of leukemia so had to run a few other tests to determine what type you have and those results aren't good either. We have determined that you have one the more, shall we say, stubborn. We have successfully sent this type of leukemia in to remission before so we are not completely hopeless with the situation. However, the chances for a relapse a higher than we'd like and your best chance for staying in remission is a bone marrow transplant. We would, however, like to avoid that for as long as possible, the medication will weaken you immune system and you'd have to pretty much live you life trying to not get sick. We will be starting chemo with you tomorrow." I really didn't know how to take this news.

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The next morning the nurse came in with a tray, it had a cup of water on it and three little plastic cups. In two of the plastic cup were other unidentified liquids, one was red the other was a milky colour. In the other one were three pills, two blue and one red. I was instructed by the nurse to drink the liquids and take the pills. I had heard horror stories so I was a little surprised when the medicine didn't make me sick right away.
"Just wait," the nurse said almost like she'd read my mind, "When your body starts absorbing them meds you wont be feeling as well as you are now. You know where the bathroom is and if you need help just press the button." I nodded, I had a little bit of hope that I wouldn't get sick. Less than half an hour I was sick, everything I had eaten for breakfast was in the bathroom sink. When I made it back to bed I was to weak to really do anything but sleep.
I think Jam might have visited me while I was sleeping but I am not sure. When I woke up the nurse was there.
"You up for a movie tonight? Patients in the ward get together in the common room on Friday nights to watch a movie, tonight it is "Save the Last Dance". Can I count you in?" I think about it for about three seconds.
"Yeah! Um, if I can make it, I'm feeling a little weak right now." She smiled at me.
"Well most of the others wont be feeling much different."
After the first three weeks or so I found that this place wasn't as strict as I had thought. I pretty much could wander the halls when ever I wanted and there was always someone in the crafts room, even at three in the morning. I also noticed that after three weeks the medicine was changing how I looked physically. I had asked my parents to not let Jam in to see me, it was hard but I knew that if he saw me like this he'd suffer as much as I was. At around the three week mark the one thing that really made me feel ugly happened, I was brushing my hair when a whole chunk of it fell out right in my hand. I nearly screamed, and when my dad walked in to my room I did. That last bit made me realize what was actually happening to me and I started feeling really down.

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I heard the news when I stopped Slash's mom out side their house. I asked her when I'd be able to see him again and her response shocked me.
"He really doesn't want to see you right now." I really didn't know what to say.
"Wha... why doesn't he want to see me?" I asked.
"Well he is just feeling really bad about everything right now and he just needs time to get used to every thing." I nod without saying anything. I was hurt. I was worried that one night Slash wouldn't be there any more and now he wouldn't let my even see him. I could tell him that I loved him, or hold him while he cried. Ever since the two of use became actual friends when we were ten he's always come to me when he needed to deal with things and now that he is dealing with one of the toughest things he's dealt with and he doesn't want me there for him. I went to my room in shock. I layed down on my bed and hugged my pillow. I knew he was hurting and he didn't want me to take the hurt away. I fell asleep wishing I could be the one with Leukemia instead of him.