"Alright, thank-you Doctor Tennant"
Chief Webber hung up the phone on his desk and looked at Izzie standing before him.
"They ran away from home last December" he said, with a sigh, leaning back into his chair.
"Ayden had gemcitabine-based chemotherapy for three out of six weeks when he up and left" Webber added, running a hand down his face.
"Diabetes?" Izzie asked. The predispositions for pancreatic cancer included smoking, obesity, high-meat diets, occupational hazards that included working around dyes and pesticides, age and a slim chance of family history.
Chief Webber nodded and confirmed Izzie's hunch. "Diagnosed with diabetes at age 6" Webber added, standing.
"What do they want us to do?" Izzie asked, watching as the Chief shrugged on his white coat.
"Doctor Tennant said they had opted for chemotherapy instead of surgery because they suspected that the cancer would move to his liver….".
"He was in Metastatic stage?" Izzie asked, not quite believing that the boy she had just been talking to was in the worst stage of pancreatic cancer.
"He hasn't had any sort of treatment for an entire year…" Webber stopped, his hand resting on the door-handle, and looked into Izzie's face, "….yes, I would say he's got the worst of it now". Opening the door Izzie followed him into the corridor, "But to be sure we should get some x-rays".
"Anything else?" Izzie asked, walking beside the chief.
Webber stopped walking and looked around for a moment before looking directly into Izzie's eyes again, "are you sure you can handle this case?"
Izzie shifted her weight uncomfortably, "yes".
Webber nodded, "well then, Doctor Tennant said it might be a good idea for us to persuade them to call their parents…"