This can't be real.
this has to be a dream.
this HAS to be a dream.
this has to be a REALLY bad dream.
well, before i get into this nightmare in full detail... my name is Jaune Miles Pendragon Arc, first and only son of Uther Arc and Maria Arc, middle child of my 7 beautiful sisters, Angelica, Saphron, Coral, Mordred , Jessica, Julia, and Alice. we lived a humble life in the town of Ansel for the most part. Dad is a professional huntsman, Saphron moved to Argus to become a animator and artist, and Angelica travels around the world, to try and find... whatever it is she is looking for.
we lived a humble and happy life, me and my twin Mordred just graduated highschool less than 2 weeks ago, and we still haven't decided where we want to go for college. at least, that would've been the case until a week ago, when i started to feel sick all of a sudden. i stopped feeling hungry, my body was always feeling a little sluggish and tired, with sleep not ever alieving me of it, and even though i hadn't eaten, i had gained 10 pounds. then, when i coughed up a small wad of blood while out with mom, she rushed me to the hospital in Ansel to see what was wrong with me. at my insistence, mom didnt call my sisters, but she did call dad to meet us there. after a few hours, and many quick tests, i was allowed to leave, and that the results would be back in a few days.
the results came back today. and as me and my parents sit in front of the head doctor in his personal office, his dark oak desk separating himself from my parent's and I, you could hear a pin drop from the dead silence in the room. i can feel my eyes dialate in a growing horror. i can hear my Dad, the ever present steel wall and pillar of our family who can stand against hordes of Grimm by himself without showing an ounce of fear, let out a shuddering breath of dread. and i can hear my Mom, the Heart of the home who will greet everyone with a smile, bakes the greatest Brownies this side of Remnant, and who was so kind, she'd even forgive the man who mugged her, reasoning that he was probably desperate and needed the Lien more than we did, let out a heartbroken sob, as if her whole world had just crumbled around her.
with a flat, and almost robotic tone, signifying how much he is trying to keep himself from breaking, my Father spoke. "Could you... please... repeat what you just said, Docter?" he had said. it took a moment for the words to register to me, my mind still in disbelief and Denial of the facts in front of me. finally, after a few moments of silence, he spoke.
"I am sorry to say Mr and Mrs Arc, but, Your son has Cancer." he had said.
at his words, any composure my mother once had crumbled into broken sobs as her hands cupped her mouth and tears streamed down her cheeks. i can feel myself begin to Hyperventilate, my breathing growing more rapid and much more shallow as the seconds went on. my father lost his composure for a split second, enough to let a single tear streak down his left cheek before he was able to reinforce the facade he wore as the pillar of the family.
"i know this must be alot to take in, and this must be very shocking news to hear. please, take all the time you need." Dr Strikler said. of course these words wouldn't be heard by me because of the deafening sound of my Rapid heartbeat in my ears.
"How far along is he? what stage is it at?" my father asked, still trying to get as much informationas possible before he inevitably broke down once we got into the family car. i don't blame him. if i had just found out my only son was diagnosed with a major disease like Cancer, i would be much worse off than him right now. in fact, if i wasn't feeling like I'm about 2 seconds away from having a heart attack and was frozen in shock, I'd probably be a sobbing mess on the good Doctors floor.
"Your son has stage 1 cancer, still considered relatively early, but still a very precarious situation to be in..." Dr Strikler began, but i zoned him out any further, as the world became a blur for me. i can remember reaching out and hugging my sobbing mother close to me, i can remember my Father talking to Dr Strikler about... something. i can Vaguely walking through the hospital with Dad and I comforting Mom and Dad trying to comfort Me, but not able to get the words out.
i can remeber Mom clinging to me as if i would vanish if she didn't. i can remember the ride down the elevator to the parking Garage. i can remember Dad opening the backseat for Mom and myself, while he sat down in the drivers seat. i can remeber the silence only broken by Moms sobs. and in that sob filled silence in the seclusion of our family's Car, did my Dad finally let it all out. the tears flowed down his cheeks, and with a grief filled shout, he punched the ceiling of the car above the drivers seat 3 times with his right fist, before banging both his fists on the steering wheel and rest his forehead on the wheel.
and it was in this new state between us, that i slightly steadied my breathing, and spoke for the first time sinve this nightmare begane. "They can't find out about this." i spoke with so much resolution that i even surprised myself. Mom looked up at me in tear filled confusion. "who? who can't find out?" my Mother asked my with a raspy voice.
"Mordred. Alice. My sisters. All of them! they can NEVER find out about this. it would destroy them, just as it's destroying you right now, Mom." i said with a voice of finality. my own body shuddered as i held my mother close to me, as she began to sob even harder. this truly is a nightmare, and i hope i wake up from it soon.