Brad has cancer.

prompt from a Quotev user, OLIVE REBECCA

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Name: Louise Peal

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OK! HI! *hides behind a shield as knives are thrown* I KNOW, I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER! I'VE HAD SUCH BAD WRITERS BLOCK! ANYWAY, I HOPE THIS IS ACCEPTABLE FOR MY ABSENCE!

BRADLEY!WHUMP!

HOWEVER... I AM GOING TO BE EVIL... I AM GOING TO...

*read on to find out more*

Nah, I'm joking. I may do a second part to this, but who knows. At the minute, this is it.

LOUISE PLAYS AN EXTREMELY MINOR ROLE!

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Bradley always knew that something was wrong with him. Well... ever since he was 10. That was 9 years ago. He'd been in and out of the hospital since he was 12. They never worked out what the issue was, it was always varying from his stomach to his brain to his livers and pancreas. Whatever it was, it never stayed still. So, as far as he and his family knew, he had an incurable disease. Canada didn't have the technology to properly diagnose him. So, their only solution was to either stay in Canada and hope for the best or pack up and move to London. They had more developed technology.. and for a cheaper price.

Within 6 months, they had bought a house and sold their current one.

Before they moved, Bradley had one more appointment with the doctors. They said it was equally likely as it was for him to have Cancer as not to. So, they compared his results to other Cancer patients. It was still a grey area. His hospital had a drug that was similar to that of Chemo but didn't have as many side effects. They gave him that to last him through until he could get proper treatment.

Bradley, being as stupid as normal, didn't check which pills he was taking. So, just before his flight over to London Gatwick Airport, he had managed to confuse his anxiety pills with his Chemo-supplements. All his anxiety pills did was make him drowsy.

Luckily, the flight was a double-connector. They flew from Canada to New York and docked for 7 hours before boarding another plan from JFK to Germany. When in Germany, they docked for only 2 hours before finally boarding again to Gatwick.

The flight from Canada to JFK is about an hour and a half. The flight was about 8 hours. Then, the flight was about an hour and a half.

A grand total of 11 hours. Include the docking, 20 hours.

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Anyway, Bradley had managed to confuse his anxiety pills with his Chemo pills... which shouldn't be taken up to an hour before boarding a plan. Bradley took them 30 minutes before boarding. However, it takes about 2 hours for the pills to take effect. So, hopefully, they would be out of his system before his second flight.... right? When he told his mom, she tried to cancel the flight before he told her not to. He explained that his pills took around 2 hours to work anyway. She seemed extremely skeptical and had sternly told him that she was administering his pills from now on and looking after them and if he felt weird on the plane, he was to tell her straight away. Bradley, of course, had nodded and kept his fingers crossed.

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The captain had just warned them to buckle up because they were going to experience some turbulence on the way into JFK. Normally, this wouldn't phase Bradley, cus he'd be high on anxiety meds. This was not the case. As the plane shook, Bradley's already turning stomach churned just that tiny bit more and he was lunging for the sandwich bag he'd ate out of earlier. His mother had her "pressure-plugs" in and Caleb was asleep. Bradley leaned forwards and retched. Everything he had eaten that day was now resting in a plastic bag. A woman from behind him leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. He wiped his mouth and turned back.

The woman's face creased in concern, and Bradley registered that she wasn't a woman. She had blonde hair tied up in a braid across the top of her head and had ocean-coloured eyes. "Is she your mother?" The girl pointed to his mother's seat and he nodded. She nodded as well before kicking it and jolting his mother. His mom whipped around and anger and was about to give a lecture when the girl put up a hand. Bradley turned back around because his neck began to hurt.

Suddenly, his mother's hands were on his face. "Bradley? Why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick?" Bradley swallowed before feeling his mouth fill up with saliva. He reached for the sandwich bag again and emptied out yesterdays' food out into it as well. His mother suddenly balled him in her arms and was stroking his hair and whispering things. She turned back, briefly, "What's your name?" She asked. The girl looked up. "Louise." She shrugged.

The decent suddenly became steeper because Bradley's ears popped. He clutched them, tears rolling down his face. When he pulled his hands away, they were covered in blood.

While Bradley may be strong at most things, he was extremely weak when it comes to seeing blood. His face went as white as a sheet and his eyes rolled back into his head.

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Someone was stroking his hair back. "Bradley? baby, can you hear me?" He became aware of crisp white sheets and a small breeze wafting through. He shivered and someone grabbed his hand. There was a knock on a door. "Mrs. Baker? Is he awake?" Bradley opened his eyes and saw his mom with a doctor. "Not really, but have you worked it out?" The doctor suddenly sighed and looked very sad. He met eyes with Bradley and his mom, who turned around. She didn't say anything but held his hand. "Mrs. Baker... Bradley... I am very sorry to tell you both this."

He hesitated.

"Bradley has Carcinoma." His mother frowned. The doctor elaborated. "In Carcinoma there are 5 stages." His mothers face changed slightly. "Bradley is stage 3." His mother's face did not change. The doctor sighed. "I hate doing this." He looked straight at his mother. "I'm sorry for the insensitiveness."

"Bradley has stage 3 of malignant cancer."