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To felinoel: I don't actually know anyone with Leukaemia, but I have had a friend who died of renal failure.

Mac watched his mother walk out of the door and slam it behind her. Terrence didn't move from the spot, where he was watching "Death Metal Wrestling." Great, Mac thought. Sweaty men kicking the crap out of each other. Mac rolled his eyes at the bad acting, but Terrance just lapped it up, cheering from his settee whenever the chair was brought out.

"I'm going to see Bloo," Mac said, and walked to his jacket.

"Go on then, you're only getting in my way. Anyone can see it's just you being the little attention seeker you are," Terrance spat. Mac flinched; he hated it that Terrance loathed him so much.

"Bye Terrance," Mac called and shut the door with a clatter behind him.

Mac walked lonely along the pavement. He pushed himself onwards, forcing his legs to move. He felt tired. Oh so tired. He coughed a little, and held his chest. Where was he? He'd never got lost before. He felt so confused. He slid down a wall, and put his face in his hands.

"Mac! Is that you? Are you okay?" Mac heard a familiar voice. He looked up, and in front of him was a tall red figure.

"Hi, Wilt. I'm okay, don't worry," Mac replied. "Could you get me to Fosters?"

"If your sure. Do you want to go home though?" Wilt said as he took Macs hand.

"Definite no. Terrance thinks I'm making it all up," Mac said, ending in a yawn.

"Now, you know that's not true," Wilt soothed, and wiped a smear of mud from Mac's face. "Come on. I'll get you in front of the fire and you and Bloo and me and everyone can play a game,"

Mac walked in, and found Bloo.

"Mac! Oh boy! Am I glad to see you!" Bloo yelled, and hugged him.

"Losing some of the puppy fat, eh, Mac, mah boy?" Bloo said, and punched his arm. Mac jumped back in pain.

"What? What?" Bloo babbled, confused. They always punched each other; it was their way of saying hello. Mac pulled his shirt up, and revealed a giant yellow and purple bruise just starting to form. Bloo felt so guilty he said sorry.

They walked into the main room.

"Whatcha wanna do?" Mac said. He was determined to have a good time.

Bloo thought carefully. What's calm and fun at the same time?

"Hide and seek!" Bloo laughed. "I'll count!"

Mac ran off while Bloo counted. He hid behind a statue. He sat with his hands hugging his legs and stifled a giggle while Bloo began looking. Then it happened. First the dizziness set in. Then a familiar sickly feeling attacked him. His head fell against the floor, and he blacked out.

"Mac! There you are! Mac?" Bloo yelled happily when he revealed the boy.

"Mac? Oh god, Mac! Wake up! Wake up! You're scaring me!" Bloo panicked.

"Frankie! Wilt! Ed! Coco! Mr Harriman! Help me!"

Eduardo looked out from his hiding place, and saw Bloo starting to panic over a little boy lying on the floor.

"Senior Mac! Speak to me! Speak to Eduardo!" He screamed and plucked him from the floor.

Frankie sped around the corner and found Ed shaking Mac. "Oh crap!" She gasped, and took Mac from the sobbing Eds paws. Cradling him gently, she grabbed the keys and got into the bus.

"Get in Bloo. Macs going to hospital," Frankie shouted at the shocked Bloo.

Wilt appeared in the doorway as Bloo was getting in.

"Wilt, run to Mac's house and get his brother or Mother and tell them we're at the hospital," Frankie ordered. Wilt nodded and ran off.

"Don't worry Mac. Everything's gonna be okay," Bloo sighed and stroked Mac's shaggy hair. For the first time in his life, a tear ran down his face.