I have said it before. This story is very dark, and will have not really have a happy ending…

Please, if you like stories where the main character is in a hopeless case, and if you are the sort that like tragedy, then keep reading.

I find it hard to type this story, since I am the sort that likes happy endings.

Unfortunately for me, this story isn't going to be happy.

Well, let's go.

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I had a fresh test tube of the cell, which I have termed 'T-Cell''. I don not know why I decided to call it that, but hey, what's wrong with that?

Now, I was just ready to find a patient.

I decided not to turn in my resignation papers, but instead used up my saved vacation time. He heh.. I had had a lot of time saved up, for the couple of years I worked to do my job.

Seems stupid, I know, but that's me.

Today, I was going to go back to work.

I am sorry to note, however, that Bowser is not happy at all…

His uncle Rex is sick, and is expected to die soon.

His uncle Rex, or 'Giga Bowser', as we call him, has been sick for a long time, and finally, he has reached his expiration date. Bowser asked to come along with me to the doctor's office. It appears his uncle is situated at the hospital I work at. Odd chance, eh?

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To my surprise, I found that I would be doing the operation on Rex, and Bowser insisted that I have him along, in case he had to say goodbye.

I felt sorry for him…

I found out from the doctors that he was expected to die anyways, but they summoned me because of my widely known skills. They told me not to be unhappy if I failed, because so far, that's what every other doctor has done.

Nobody has been able to cure Rex.

I wanted to be the one.

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Bowser came into the operation room along with me, but he had to wear some form of protective clothes like the rest of us doctors and nurses.

Peach was here too, and she made sure I saw her waving to me.

I waved back, and then slapped my gloves onto my hands.

I hope this works… I thought seriously.

I had already told all of my fellow smashers about the cells I developed, and Bowser had given me permission to give it to his uncle.

I'm kinda surprised, though. I guess he's doing it to give me a chance to prove myself. I will know for sure if it will work if I can heal Rex.

I tipped the small flask of clear liquid I had in my pocket into Rex's mouth, and after that, I knocked him out using the proper chemicals, so that he wouldn't feel any pain, and then everybody, including me, began the surgery.

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Critical, already.

Rex was dieing. And there was nothing I could do. Me and my assistants worked to our extent to keep him alive, but he slipped from our fingers like water.

I failed. Again. My T-Cells didn't work.

Bowser patted me on the back, and tried to cheer me up, but we both broke down crying.

Men can cry if they please, thank you. In fact, real men cry when something gets to them, and it is not a sign of weakness.

I was not crying because of my stupid cells, but because I had failed again, and Bowser also lost his favorite uncle, who, coincidentally enough, was the last of his family, besides his own children.

This time…I was going to fill out the resignation papers, and retire.

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