spent his days in his apartment alone reading all kinds of comics and mangas he could get his hands on. He fell in love with them from a young age. He enjoyed reading about the different adventures and he often imagined what it would be like if he were in that world.

He left the school and reached his apartment building after about a 15 minutes walk. His apartment was situated on the third floor. The apartment was a modest one. Comfortable for a single person. He started climbing the stairs. And as he reached the second floor, he suddenly began to feel dizzy. His hands suddenly grabbed onto the side rails to steady himself. He felt like the world was spinning around him.

"Wow. What the hell?" After a few moments, the vertigo he was feeling slowly disappeared. "Oh, man.! I must be more tired and hungry than I thought." He slowly started to walk and he reached his apartment doors.

"Hey, Tommy." Thomas heard the voice of his neighbour. He turned around and saw an old man with a white beard wearing round glasses and a deerstalker hat standing behind him.

"Hey, Mr. Mark. How you doing?"

"Fine kid. Was just gonna go out for groceries. Oh, and I got a package delivered with your name."

Thomas's eyes widened excitedly. It's finally here. "Yeah. It's something I ordered from overseas. It's a new comic book series that's recently released. I can't wait to read it." His eager anticipation could be heard in his voice.

"You really love those books don't you?" Old man Mark said with a good-humoured voice.

"Hold on, I'll get them for you." The old man turned around and walked back to his apartment and Thomas took out his keys and opened the doors to his home.

The old man came back holding a brown package box. Thomas was about to grab the package box when the vertigo he was feeling earlier came back. The feeling was more intense this time. As Thomas was falling down and blacking out, the last thing he heard was the scared shouts of old man Mark.

When Thomas regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he realised he was in a hospital room. He saw the hospital gown he was wearing and he could smell the antiseptics lingering in the air. He tilted his head to the side and saw old man Mark sitting beside him in a chair slowly nodding off.

"Mr. Mark."

Thomas's voice woke up the old man with a startle and he looked at the boy lying on the bed. "Oh my god! Tommy, you woke up. Hold on I'll get the doctor." He rushed outside to find the doctor. He returned shortly afterward and behind him came a man in his late forties wearing a doctor's coat.

"Hello Thomas. I'm Doctor Phillips." The man introduced himself. Thomas nodded to him.

"You were brought in unconscious and we did a workup of your blood and did an MRI and it isn't good... Son, you have stage 3 brain cancer and it's progressing quickly. We need to start treatment right away."

Thomas couldn't hear anything else. His whole body went numb. He felt as if his whole world was breaking apart.

"How bad is it?" He asked with a low voice.

"It's really serious. Even with treatment, I am afraid you won't have much time." The doctor replied with a serious tone.

Seeing the distraught look on the boy, the doctor decided to give him some time to digest the news.

"I'll give you two some time. I'll be in my office if you need me." Said the doctor and