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Friends forever?

Mac is desperatly ill with something called Leukemia. Will Bloo be able to handle it?

"Mac!" Bloo screamed hyperactively. Mac had only just opened the door and he was already knocked back, and being crushed by a blue blob. He laughed and pushed him off, smiling madly.

"Bloo! Whatcha wanna #cough# do?" Mac laughed as he dusted himself down.

"Still got the cough? Aw, wittle bwave soldier!" Bloo taunted, and ruffled his hair.

Bloo took his hand and dragged him to his room. Wilt, Eduardo and Coco were in there, playing monopoly.

"COCOCO!" Coco screeched exuberantly, as her battleship was sent to Jail.

"Whatcha playing?" Mac said at the board.

"Hola, Monopoly, senior Mac." Eduardo said as he rolled the dice.

"Boring! While you are playing the boring game that doesn't have a single snake or ladder on it, Mac and I are playing... dum dum du dum! Pogo Races!" Bloo announced as he brought two pogo sticks form the wardrobe.

"#cough# Cool! Where?" Mac smiled.

"In the hallway at the top!" Bloo laughed. At this, Mac had a giant coughing fit, ending with Bloo having to thump his back.

"Hey, Mac, you don't sound too okay," Wilt spoke up, and felt his forehead.

"WOW! You're burning up! Come with us, you're seeing Frankie," Wilt held his hand all the way to the kitchen.

"I told you! I'm Okay!" Mac

"Cocococococcoooo" Coco went on.

"Stupid... Stupid... idiotic cupboard!" Frankie was growling dangerously. "I only want.. ngggh!... a stupid... tea bag!" She was kneeling on the kitchen side, stretching to the highest cupboard. It opened, and the whole cupboard of tea bags fell on her head. Wilt stepped in as she was pushing them off.

"Uh, are you okay, Frankie?" Wilt abandoned Mac to shift the mountain of tea bags off of her.

"ARG! Stupid Harriman and his stupid tea bags!" Frankie yelled as she reappeared. "oh, hey Mac. Wow, you're flushed, I'd better get you a drink of water," She got up, and walked to the sink.

"I keep telling you, I'm fine!!!!" Mac yelled, very irritated. Bloo joined him. "You heard the kid, he's fine, he's just got a cough!"

"I think it'll be better if he goes home. You'll see him tomorrow, he'll be better by then," Frankie said as she gave Mac a glass of water and felt his forehead. She got his coat, put her own jacket on, grabbed the keys and escourted him out. By now, Mac was just going along with it.

"Bye, Bloo, see you tomorrow," Mac coughed, and waved bye.

"Does this mean the Pogo Grand Prix is off?" Bloo sighed. "He was only here for five minutes!"

"He'll be better tomorrow," Wilt said. "Wanna play Monopoly?"

"Hey, squirt!" Terrence hit Mac over the head as he walked by.

"Not now Terrance," Mac groaned. By now he was feeling pretty lousy, and just wanted to go to bed. He clambered in his pyjamas, and collapsed into bed.

Next morning he awoke with a jump. He was drenched in sweat, and along his arms were frequent bruises. He felt a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he jumped out of bed into the loo.

"Mac, sweety, are you alright in there?" He heard his mother call. His stomach somoursalted and sent his body thrusting forward, ridding his belly of the very little food that was in there. Mac slid down the pan onto the floor, his face pressed against the shining porcelein.

His mother walked in. She found his little body lying there, and and immediatly swooped him up. Taking him into the kitchen she gave him another glass of water.

"Take your pyjama top off," She firmly yet fairly told him, and threw the soiled top into the washing macheine.

"Now Mac, do you want another?" She said, and stopped. She noticed his bruises, his pale face, his ribs jutting out frighteningly. Tears welled up behind her eyes, but she got the phone.

"Mac, you are going to the doctors,"

"W- what doctor? Whats a doctor?" Mac replied.

He heard his mother calmly talking to the doctor, but he slid down the kitchen side onto the floor.

"Whats going on?" Terrance lazily mumbled, ending in a yawn. "Excuse me," He made out to step over Mac, but he kicked him instead.

"Terrance don't do that!" Mac shouted. With that he coughed madly, and faltered.

An hour later, Mac found himself in the doctors surgery, in front of their family GP. His mother andthe doctorkept on talking for what seemed like an eternity.

The doctor turned to Mac.

"How long have you been ill, Mac?"

"I'm not ill,"

"Tell Mr Macintosh whats wrong, Mac," His mothers voice invaded his ears harshly.

"The only thing thats wrong with me is a cough and a tummy bug!"

"Let me be the judge of that, Mac. How long have you been sick?"

"About a fortnight, but I've been sick every morning for a week,"

At that, Macs mother flipped. "What do you mean, a fortnight??? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You've been at work all the time, and Terrence just ignores it," Mac yelled back.

"Ms. Lewin! Please! master Lewin! Just hop onto the bed for me, and take your shirt off,"

Back at home, Mac was wrapped in a blanket and set before the telly. He had been through blood tests and urine tests, and he was to get reults back in a few days time. But the doctor seemed pretty worred. Then again, he was an anxious man.

"Terrence, look after Mac while I'm at work, and make sure he takes his medicene," Mrs Lewin told him.

"I'll be back at eight tonight hun," She said as she kissed his forehead and walked out.

"It might be possible that your son has Leukemia, Ms. Lewin. But I would take him home and rest while the results come back,"

The voice in her head echoed as she drove.

"Leukemia."