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It had been 3 days since the CT scan when it had been confirmed that Chris did indeed have pancreatic cancer. The doctor hadn't even wanted to face the family, avoiding them like the plague. The boy was so young and this only affected a small percentage of the population all of which were in their middle ages when it struck. It was just so unfair that he had to face this when he hadn't even lived. His life was hanging in the tender balance, clinging onto the remnants of the complicated and cruel tapestry that is life. Times like this Dr Bates wondered why he had even gotten into paediatrics.

Slowly walking to the door Joseph Bates took a deep breath. From inside the room, he could hear laughter. He knew that the family knew, Wendy had taken care of that, but he would have to deliver all the treatments possible and the worst, but most likely inevitable outcome. Knocking on the door to let the family know he entered. Brushing his sandy coloured bangs out of his eyes, he took another deep breath and began.

"So, how ya feeling Chris?" His voice was unusually cheery.

"Feel like death warmed up." When he received no laugh he tried again, "So so. The pain is still there and I've still got dizzy spells but well considering."

"Um well, I'm here to talk to you about possible treatments and pain release." He paused for a moment. "The CT scan revealed that the tumour is…is very advanced." He paused again, because Piper had gasped and Leo had gone white. Wyatt and the other two charmed ones just stood still. "The best option we have is chemotherapy and morpheme to treat the pain."

Through all this Chris just stared into empty space. He'd stopped listening at advanced. Turning to Piper, he smiled, "Its ok Mum. You always wanted me to cut my hair, and I heard that the skin head look is very now. Maybe I'll be able to scare a few people and look tough like Wy."

At that Piper smiled weakly and grabbed her son into a tight embrace, but quickly pulled away, for she was afraid that he's break. "Dr Bates, um…sob how does chemotherapy work?" she said in a whisper, almost afraid to ask.

Joseph pulled up a chair. He knew this was going to take a while and be mentally draining. "Well the type Chris here would be treated with is called Gemcitabine. Gemcitabine is a clear liquid. It well be administered through a drip via a thin tube that goes into one of your veins. The infusion usually takes about half an hour."

"Side affects. What about those?" Wyatt spoke up, scared to know, but afraid not to.

Joseph turned swiftly around. He'd forgotten the elder boy was there, but when he saw those troubled cerulean eyes he looked down before answering, "Yes there are those, it is almost certain with any form of chemotherapy. Chris well feel fatigued, there could be a drop in bone marrow, um…"

"What does that mean, a drop in bone marrow?" Paige asked.

"Well there could be a fall in the white blood cell count. This unfortunately increases the risk of severe infection. He may have headaches, aching muscles, coughing, a sore throat, and pain when passing urine or feel cold and shivery. There also could be a fall in red cell count which may make you feel tired and look pale or be short of breath. A blood transfusion would be needed if this occurred. And finally a fall in platelet numbers in the blood would cause bleeding or bruising. Chris would be prone to nose bleeding and could have some bruising on his arms and legs."

Paige paled immediately and wished that she had never of asked. Through it all Chris had withdrawn into himself, trying not to look scared and to be strong for his family. Leo immediately noticed this and put a hand on the boys shoulder. "Please continue" Chris whispered.

Joseph admired the boy's courage but continued at his wish, "There is always the possibility of you being sick, but if this occurs you could have anti-sickness pills or injections. There is also flu like symptoms, a rash could occur – but the chances of that are very slim and of course…"

"Hair loss" Chris finished for him.

"Yes, but it wouldn't occur until 3-4 weeks after." He looked around the room at the pale and sad faces. He hated this part of the job, it always felt like for a few moments he was part of the family or the angel of death himself. "I'll leave you for now, and send Nurse Dewbe in to prepare Chris."

"Um…Dr Bates slowly Joseph turned to the boy in the bed thank-you for being straight with us. I appreciate it."

Nodding, he quickly fled the somber room.

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"DAMN! I've just grown this as well!" Chris tried once again to liven the occupants of the room up. "Tough crowd. You'd think that you'd all gotten the cancer and not me!"

At that Wyatt orbed out.

"What's up with him?" But Chris knew and the guilt was consuming him. All that answered him were sad faces and his mother's silent sobbing.

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Wyatt orbed to his, Leo's and Chris's favorite spot, Golden Gate Bridge.
Looking down at the scene below, he screamed until he could no more and then punched the side of it till his knuckles were bloody. Sinking to his knees he sobbed until no tears fell.

Feeling orbs form behind him he turned and fell into the embrace of his father, who uttered two words, "I know." And with that he took Wyatt back to see Chris.

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ducks from flying debris, cups, books, look please don't kill me! I love Chris, I really do, but this is how the story is going. Hey u never know there could be a last minute miracle….but u won't know till u review! Mean I know but that's the way the cookie crumbles. Forgive any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. I am writing this at 2AM – see that's dedication. But if there are unforgivable errors I'll correct them asap!