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When Wyatt and Leo returned Chris had fallen asleep from the stress of it all. Paige and Phoebe had left, presumably to give Chris and Piper some space and for that Wyatt was glad. He wanted it just to be him and his immediate family. Walking very slowly to the bed he took a seat.

"WY! Son what…what did you do to your hands?" Leo shouted in a whisper.

Looking at his hands he shrugged and said nothing. Piper took her eldest into a tight embrace. "I can't have you in pain Wyatt. One son if enough, so please let your father heal you…please."

Looking up into his mother's dark eyes he held out his hands and felt the familiar glow of his father healing powers. Forgetting about the first attempt to heal his brother he put his hands over the sleeping boy and tried to heal him. Getting more and more agitated as the third attempt came round Wyatt slumped back into his chair and dissolved for the second time into silent tears, his golden bangs covering his eyes. As only a mother could she comforted him without saying a word, a sympathetic bond flowing between them, both sharing in the pain.

"It's won't work Wy. Natural causes did this not magic. Remember when I told you about the time when I nearly died from that tropical flu, Leo couldn't heal me then, and….and…we have to let the doctors do their magic for Chris."

: knock knock :

Walking into the room Nurse Dewbe could see the familiar sights of a family at their wits end. "Ah, so I see the patient has fallen asleep. Best thing in my eyes, nothing can beat a good night's sleep. I suggest that as soon as you can for you all to do the same."

Leo looked up at the woman. She was in her early fifties and a few wrinkles collected at her eyes and mouth. A strand of grey ran through her ebony hair making her look very distinguished and her aqua coloured eyes looked full of knowledge. "Yes, I definitely agree. Do you mind telling me what is going to happen now?"

"Oh course not darling. I'm going to prepare Chris for his first dose and during which I'm going to have to ask you to leave because the room had to be perfectly clean and when you enter you'll have to wash your hands from now on. Then it'll be really up to Chris as time goes on."

Looking back at her youngest in the bed Piper nodded weakly and reluctantly left the room with her husband. Wyatt however stood firm and stared at the woman. She seemed nice enough, but he didn't know her from Adam. "Look after him" and with that he left.

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Chris awoke to find that he now had a drip in his arm and was so very very tired. A nurse smiled at him and informed him that he had just gone through his first procedure. Looking down to the small puncture wound in his arm he realised that this was indeed the case. "So how long till the side effects kick in?"

Agnes Dewbe looked into those intense green eyes and felt sorrow. No one should have to go through the pain that he well soon feel and especially when they've barely lived. She was about to fob him off, but his hand struck out and grabbed her arm, "Please" he uttered and then she felt compelled to answer.

"Depends on the person entirely. I've noticed that you're seriously tired so it should hit you sooner." Seeing the nod she knew that he appreciated the honesty.

As Agnes opened the door she saw the family collected outside. "I warn you that each time the Gemcitabine is administered he'll get a littler weaker, so try not to be shocked. Also as time goes on it'll be advisable if only two – three people go in at a time. Too many can overwhelm the patient. As it is though young Christopher is feeling tired but he's eager to see you all so please go on in, just make sure that you're thoroughly clean before you go on it." and with that she left.

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And so that is how it went for a few days. Agnes would administer the Gemcitabine and Chris would get weaker and weaker, while the family became even more distressed, but tried to put on a brave face for the boy. Wyatt who had paid attention to the side effects mentioned, quickly noticed them taking its toll on his brother's body.

Chris was often very cold even though it was the summer holidays, he moved very little due to aches and pains and had to have a blood transfusion due to feeling short of breath and looking terribly pale. Chris would always put a brave face on it all, make jokes at everyone's expense and still be the sarcastic little smart arse that he always was.

When it had come to week two, Chris had finally been sick and was now having anti-sickness injections, which he hated. He also hated the fact that he was weak in front of his family and was given them unneeded stress. He felt that he had let everyone down, when Wyatt had found out his answer had been to hug his brother and to tell him not to be stupid, which had some how, worked. "Hahahaha! Look at my arm! I look like one of those hard core druggies! Damn!"

"Yeah, totally. I know some guys who'd pay to suck the stuff out of your arm!" Wyatt joked back.

"Thanks Wy."

"For what?"

"For acting normal and not treating me like glass like everyone else does. Wy, could you please promise to look after the family, especially mum..."

"No Chris, listen you'll be there to keep me in check and..."

"WYATT! Listen to me, I feel weaker, and IF anything were to happen to me, I would like it if you knew my wishes. Please look after mum and make sure to continue in your studies and become super rich. Oh, and kill the next big bad!"

"You'll be right there beside me."

"I'll always be beside you Wy. Just promise me one more thing."

"Anything"

"Get me home. I want to be back at the manor."

Nodding Wyatt saw Chris fall asleep and knew that he would last very long. As Dr Bates had said, it was VERY advanced. He hated the fact that Chris thought himself as weaker than everyone else, when really it was he that kept the whole family together. It was Chris that was clever, witty, knew the book from cover to cover and planned each strategy. "I'll get you home brother." he whispered and the kissed his forehead.

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