IMPORTANT: Not exactly… Anyway, I know this is short, but I'll have to post it before I immerse myself into exams, okay? It's tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I know NOTHING of leukaemia. Just happened to find this on the net, so I'm putting it here.
9—Guess who's here?
"Not good, Mr. Voltaire…" the doctor said, shaking his head.
"What is it?"
"I believe he was diagnosed with Juvenile myelomonocytic leukaemia before he was four?"
"Yes indeed." Voltaire replied, eyes flshing dangerously. The doctor gulped and continued, "Well, and he was given the only treatment available? A stem cell transplant?"
"Yes."
"Who's stem cell?"
"Some girl on the list." Voltaire snapped. "Will you stop beating about the bush?"
"Alright," the doctor said, with an air of business, "It looks like his these cells are acting up again. His myeloid cells are becoming cancerous. A count showed much more white blood cells than the norm. And the disease is getting far worse. Unless a new doner could be found…"
"Sss…" Voltaire let out a hiss of anger. This is infuriating. Of course, Voltaire knew that having a doner whose stem cells are going to produce cancerous cells in a decade's time was so rare, that it was much unheard of. Nobosy anticipated this. Especially not Voltaire.
"Fine!" he snapped, with a swish of his cloak, he left the room.
___
Ice blue eyes fluttered open as he heard the door right above him slam. He knew where he was, below the private lab. The doctors were far too nice to slam the doors, so something must be bothering Voltaire… Just what?
___
"Boris is not in the country. Neither had he been here for the past six months. Voltaire has been informed of his grandson's diappearance." Mr. Dickenson announced.
Hang in there Kai, we'll find you soon… Ray thought.
___
It was too bright. The flouresent light hurt his eyes, but he struggled to adjust. Over in a corner, a man in a white coat was fumbling around, there was the soft clanking of glass on metal. The bed was too soft to be compared to the cold hard floor of the dungeon. His head was even rested on a pillow. So where am I? Kai wondered.
Kai
"He's awake Bob," a soft female voice called out. Strange…
There was the shuffling of footsteps, and a man came into focus. I couldn't recognize his uniform as that of a doctor's. This is not a damn hospital! I'm not saved at all! This is Voltaire's fucking laboratory! What have they done to me???
___
Agitated, Kai struggled to get up.
"Hey, kid, cool it. We're going to hurt you…"
"That's what you say." Kai snarled. "Where's my grandfather?"
"He… was rather uptight, thus he left…" the doctor replied casually, Kai noted.
___
The red head shifted into a much more comfortable position. Normally, if he strained his ears, he could hear what the people above were talking about. This enabled him to brace himself for any expirements they might intend to put him with.
"That's what you said."
His head jerked up, his heart began racing. It can't be him… He can't have gotten him!
"TALA!" Voltaire yelled, bursting into his cell.
Not the end
REVIEW!!!
A/N: That's it, I gotta revise. Please review!!!!