Well, apparently, sleeping twenty hours a day isn't good. At all.
"You should really go see a doctor or something," Sari told me after I finally woke up at seven PM.
"Well, it's not like I have the money to pay for a checkup or anything," I shrugged.
"False!" Sari grinned. "I still have my father's credit card!"
So, Prowl and Bumblebee took me to the local doctor's office. It was... Less than pleasant.
I'll spare you the details of Dr. Alley making me do weird crap, but I almost had a heart attack when I got the news.
I had stage three pancreatic cancer. WTF?
When I say stage three pancreatic cancer, it means that the cancer cells have invaded nearby blood vessels. Yeah, thats really bad!
My options were chemotherapy, radiation therapy and targeted therapy. I would take pills if I chose chemo, and that sounded best, but guess what? My hair will all fall out; I'll have to wear a wig. Fun.
Chemo is expensive! Like, thousands of dollars expensive! Good thing Sari's dad is rich.
"Yay, childhood cancer," I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "How the Hell did I get cancer?"
"Well, for pancreatic cancer, it is usually passed down from generations," Dr. Alley told me. "Did any of your family members have it?"
"My great grandfather had it,and my grandma," I shrugged. "My parents didn't have it."
We had Captain Fanzone pose as my guardian, because I'm still legally a minor in a different dimension where my family isn't currently here. He signed papers for me an such; good thing he likes me!
"Well, just take these pills once a month here, and that will be your treatment," Dr. Alley handed me pills from a gloved hand. I studied cancers in seventh grade, so I kinda knew the standard procedure. Now, when we got back to base? All Hell broke loose.
"Do they not have a cure?" Ratchet roared. Yeah, he was kinda mad because I'll probably die young.
"Ratchet, you have to realize," I tried to calm him down. "Sometimes, there are things you just can't help. I can't help that it's in my genes that I got this... Disease. It isn't anyone's fault. What cancer is is one cell malfunctioned for no reason, producing more cells rapidly. Those cells that that one cell produced do the same thing rapidly, till I have an access of cells somewhere in my body."
"I know what cancer is!" he exclaimed. "Why does it have to be a younger being that has it?"
"Sadly, childhood cancer is not uncommon," I shook my head. "Though I'm barely a 'child', per say. I'm almost legally an adult."
Prowl was extremely silent through my 'talk' with Ratchet. Whilst Ratch knew some things about humans through research, he didn't know nearly as much about cancer. He just knew the basics, and he was not at all happy to hear I had it, you could probably tell.
"Well, the cancer explains my sleeping," I smiled lightly. "This kind of cancer promotes sleepiness, and a feeling of fullness, and I definitely feel that way."
"Why are you not sad, or angry?" Optimus asked me.
"Well, I am, it's just... I know there's nothing I can do to change what's happening to me, so why bother?" I shrugged. "I know for sure that I'll live a few more years, so I'll just have to make the best of them, do stuff that I've always wanted to do."
We... Didn't tell Sari. She would probably do something weird, so we all decided not to tell her just yet. Bumblebee and Bulkhead were the most awkward people EVER when we told them, like they had no idea how to act. I expected no less of them, and i was fine with it. The two mechs that were the most concerned were Prowl and Ratchet. I expected Prowl to spazz-out, but who am I kidding? It's PROWL we're talking about, he doesn't spazz-out! Ratchet, on the other hand...
After 'talking' with everyone, I put some music on on my iPod, went into my room, and layed down on my bed. I ran a hand through my hair, and some of it came out in clumps. Aww!
*A Few Months Later*
We still haven't told Sari. I think she knows something's up, but no one's moving an inch. If she finds out, she will probably go nuts. I mean, we all know how Sari gets when something really bad happens.
Prowl is taking this extra-serious. Yeah, he's sweet to me, but come on! He won't let me lift anything! I'll be like 'Hey, Ratchet, here's your tool' and HE'S like 'Nope, let me get that'... Seriously, dude? He won't even leave my side! Well, except for when I sleep, which is a LOT. And by a 'lot', I mean over fifteen hours a day. That chemo makes you tired!
Yeah, so if you know the series, we are about in the time of Human Error part One, I think? Well, it's Christmas Eve, people! And Sari's a teenager now, so yep! Oil-nog! Well, I can't drink that stuff, but it smells good! I'll just settle for milk-nog... Eggs don't go well with me anymore.
Sari asked me to sleep over at her house for Christmas, and of course I said yes! Sadly, I knew exactly what her presents were (well, two of them. SHH!). Actually, Professor Sumdac got me a present as well, and it was the same size as Sari's new jet pack/scooter present. Hmmm, I wonder what that'll be? Whoaa...
"Wake up, sleepy head!" Sari jumped on my bed in her guest room. "It's Christmas!"
"No dip," I grumbled. "Dude, it's too early for Christmas."
"It's already nine!" she exclaimed.
"Fine, just get out so I can dress," I hopped out of bed and pushed her out of the door, slamming it. Well, the way I plan the day on going is Soundwave controlling me because A) I won't get hurt, B) the time will go by fast, and it'll be like nothing ever happened and C) nothing will happen to me that's bad.
I ended up wetting my wig down and it curling naturally. I put on dark blue skinny jeans, a red and white Santa Claus long-sleeved shirt, black shoes with a slight 1/2 inch heel and awesome red and white stripped socks. I put a red bow in my hair, so I looked like a teenage version of Shirley Temple, well, the hair, at least!
"Nice outfit!" Sari complimented me when I walked into the Sumdac living room.
"Gracias, mi amiga," I grinned.
"What?" she tilted her head.
"Thanks, my friend," I translated. "Spanish."
"Ah."
After opening presents(yes, we both got scooters/jet packs. Pr. Sumdac is truly an awesome person!), Sari and I flew to the Autobot base, only to find it empty. I pretended I knew nothing about what was going on, but in reality, I knew everything. Sari forgot all together that I'm from a different dimension. Shocker, I know!
"You can't hide your energy signatures!" Sari announced, turning on the big computer. "That... Are right here? Alright, no more games."
It took a minute, but she found the platform that goes down to the basement.
"Thanks for telling me, guys," Sari mumbled.
"I'm gonna stay out here, just in case they come out from their rooms or something," I told her, getting off the moving platform thingy. I flew to the park, and it was cold! Good thing I brought my coat *snuggles*.
The last thing I remember was looking at Soundwave's eyes. Good, my plan is working!
*Sometime Later... I Don't Know How Much Later LOL*
"Why am I cold and wet?" I looked around suspiciously. Well, I was without a coat and was lying in snow, so that might be why? Nahh!
"Lilly?" I heard Prowl yell. "Where are you?"
"In the snow!" I yelled back. I heard him transforming, then saw a motorcycle speeding towards me. "Wow, that was quick!"
He transformed. "I'm guessing you know what happened?"
"Always!" I grinned. "How was being human?"
"Intriuging," he told me. "I better get you back to base so you can warm up."
"Yah, probs," I nodded as he transformed back into a motorcycle and I got on. It took just a minute to get back to base, and Sari was already there with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand just for me. Aww, I have such awesome friends!
"Muchas gracias!" I smiled at her as I took the cup of heaven.
"Denada," she shrugged. For those people that don't speak Spanish, that means 'you're welcome'.
"Oh, and Merry Christmas everyone!" I announced to all the people within earshot. Everyone (Ratchet, Optimus, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl) murmured in reply 'You, too', 'ditto', stuff like that.
"Hey, I forgot to ask earlier, but when's your birthday?" Sari asked randomly.
"January first," I answered. "New Years Day."
"You'll officially be an adult," she laughed.
"Yeah!" I nodded excitedly. I'll be an adult for a few years, probably less. It's really sad, getting weaker every day. I feel like a stick, not fun... "Hey, Prowl, I'll legally be allowed to date you!" I bursted out laughing.
He tilted his head in confusion.
"I'll explain," I put my cup down on the coffee table/rock thingy. "A minor, like me or Sari, or anyone under the age of eighteen, is not allowed to date someone adult. It's different if you're seventeen and they're eighteen, but I'm seventeen and you're well over five hundred years old, so right now? I'm breaking the law by dating you."
"Well then," he sighed.
"Silly, I'm still gonna date you!" I stuck my tongue out at him. "Duh!"
"I'm glad," he smiled at me. I smiled back up at him for a few seconds until-
"Eww, gross!" Sari exclaimed. "PDA! PDA!"
"Sari, if we were making out in front of you, THAT would be PDA," I explained. "Smiling is not."
"Still!" she argued. "Eww!"
" 'eww' is when your dad puts Megsy parts in you," I looked at her. " 'eww' is not when a teenager and mech smile at each other."
Oh, Sari... What ever will we do with you?