Post by Will Spencer on Feb 10, 2016 20:29:05 GMT -6
Only a matter of time, that's what he kept telling himself. He'd been expecting this outcome for eleven years, it was what had caused him to be put on antidepressants. It was what made him so ready to give up on what his life was. It was what made him push everyone away. The news he'd received had been the cause for every problem he'd ever created for himself and now it was going to be what killed him. AML an adult, human version of leukemia. They'd told him it was common for shapeshifters to get a human form of an animal disease. In this case they'd expected feline leukemia virus, but he'd gotten acute myeloid leukemia instead. His myeloid cells were interfering with the production of normal white blood cells, red blood cells and platelets. If he didn't get treatment soon, it would only get worse faster.
So what was he doing? He was running. It was still in the beginning stages. In theory they said it could still be treated. They caught it early, they were prepping him for drug therapy because he had declined chemo. Something about chemo made him feel like it was more serious than what it he wanted to believe. Besides, the more normal he could act, the less Gabe would catch on. Mono. Ha, it was a good thing he was the pre-med student rather than Gabe. Otherwise he never would have been able to lie his way out of that one.
The doctor had told him to be careful. He'd experience shortness of breath, random nose-bleeds, easy bruising among other things, yet William couldn't bother himself with being sick. He would pretend that all as well and normal and good. He would pretend that he was on the mend and he'd get this damned illness taken care of before anyone caught onto it. The fact that he could die had always loomed over his head, so he wasn't about to go changing anything now that it had just been confirmed.
He made his third round on the track and was still going steady, the inner animal was still restless, angered and feral. Will was fighting back that sickening violence that he had felt when he first came to BA and running was the only way he could tame it. Running and silence.
And yet....he was not so lucky. A girl appeared on the side of the track, about to start just as he was passing by her.
So what was he doing? He was running. It was still in the beginning stages. In theory they said it could still be treated. They caught it early, they were prepping him for drug therapy because he had declined chemo. Something about chemo made him feel like it was more serious than what it he wanted to believe. Besides, the more normal he could act, the less Gabe would catch on. Mono. Ha, it was a good thing he was the pre-med student rather than Gabe. Otherwise he never would have been able to lie his way out of that one.
The doctor had told him to be careful. He'd experience shortness of breath, random nose-bleeds, easy bruising among other things, yet William couldn't bother himself with being sick. He would pretend that all as well and normal and good. He would pretend that he was on the mend and he'd get this damned illness taken care of before anyone caught onto it. The fact that he could die had always loomed over his head, so he wasn't about to go changing anything now that it had just been confirmed.
He made his third round on the track and was still going steady, the inner animal was still restless, angered and feral. Will was fighting back that sickening violence that he had felt when he first came to BA and running was the only way he could tame it. Running and silence.
And yet....he was not so lucky. A girl appeared on the side of the track, about to start just as he was passing by her.