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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 next morning my doctor came in, he does that every weekend. This time was different though. When he came in he didn't even give me his usual greeting.
"We did it," was all he said. I was confused. I wasn't to sure what he was talking about.
"We did what?" I asked, picking at my breakfast.
"Remission, we have achieved remission." I didn't know how to react. I was happy but at the same time I was a little worried. I would be going home but from what I heard from other patients here that going home meant facing people who would act like you had the plague. I wasn't really ready to face that. Besides, my mom had treated me like a baby before I got sick and now it was probably going to be worse. I decided to be happy anyway.
"That ROCKS!" The doctor smiled at my enthusiasm, "So when do I get to go home?" I asked.
"Well tomorrow morning I will do a quick follow up test and when everything checks out then your parents can sign you out and you can be back on your snowboard before dinner." He smiled as I did a little in bed dance. When my parents found out they where just as happy as I had been, and my mom refused to let me go. When I finally managed to untangle myself from her hug I insisted that everyone leave so I could make a private call you Jam.
"Hello?" He answered the phone on the second ring.
"Jam, I'm going home!" I practically yell, well actually I did yell and I'm pretty sure that he had to pull the receiver away from his ear. I heard him let out a whoop on the other end.
"Slash that is awesome. When do you get out?" He asked. I could tell he was excited.
"The doc said tomorrow. He just needs to do one last test tomorrow and he is pretty sure that the test is going to come back ok." He let out another loud howl. I couldn't help but laugh at he antics. He did too.

The rest of the day went by fast. I probably couldn't tell you a thing that happened if I tried. It was the next morning that was a total upset to everyone. When I woke up my throat was sore and scratchy, I didn't say anything to the nurse who came in for the morning check up. I did want to risk not going home. Unfortunately I couldn't hide it from the doctor. When he came in he did all the basic test, including telling me to stick my tongue and say 'awww'. When I did he took one look, sat back and gave me an odd look.
"You told the nurse you where feeling good." I looked at him as innocently as I could.
"I am," when I said that every thing fell apart, my voice cracked and I started coughing. I heard him sigh.
"Well I want to take your temperature." I lay back in my bed and close my eyes, I awoke again when the nurse came in with the thermometer. When I did wake up I felt like someone was sitting on my chest. I was coherent for about five minutes before I started feeling more and more out of it. I finally passed out again.


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When Slash called me to tell me he would be going home the next day I was so ecstatically happy that I could barely contain myself. I hardly slept that night, I new I was so happy that he was finally going to get out of the hospital but I was also a little worried that something would happen and he wouldn't be able to leave. I woke up the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing. I that thought maybe it was Slash call me because he was home already. It wasn't, it was his mother. She told that Slash had suddenly taken ill and because his immune system was so weak that he was in the ICU. I was shocked, I didn't know what to do, or say. When we hung up it took me a total of three minute to get dressed and out of the house, then I had to go back and leave a note for my mom. When I got to the hospital the nurse at the ICU refused to let me in to see him, she said that only people the family felt should be let in could get in. I talked for about five minutes before Slash's dad came up and finally told the nurse to let me in. She walked me to a small area with a window looking in on Slash. He was unconscious and looked so incredibly helpless that my urge to go in there and take him away way was almost too strong to control. I only had five minutes in there before I as told that my time was up. When I left the hospital I got into my car and just sat staring for a few minutes before starting the engine and heading home.