MAKE IT COUNT.

i can't handle change

.・゜゜・CHAPTER ELEVEN・゜゜・．
i can't handle change

"and. . .i'm afraid i have some bad news,"

those words. those words started echoing in finn's mind and his hands starts to sweat. he very much prefer to be swallowed by the ground than to hear those bad news because once he hears it, it will change his life forever.

"we did an MRI scan," dr. harbour said while scanning something on his clipboard, finn's mother squeezed his hand tightly while his step dad is just standing on the corner, and finn was just staring at his blanket, afraid of what he might find out.

"we found tumors in the other part of your leg, mr. wolfhard," his heart stopped the moment those words came out of dr. harbour's mouth, his lips started to shiver and there was silence in the room, except for his mother's sniffs. "o- oh," he paused for a few seconds, "well, that's okay, right? i c- can just undergo chemotherapy again. . .r- right?" he asked unsurely, hoping for a goddamn miracle.

dr. harbour sighed, "before i tell you anything, i need you to answer a few questions i'm about to ask," the younger boy nodded.

"have you experienced easy bruising?"

"uhh. . .a- a little," he mumbled.

"fatigue and flu-like symptoms?"

"y- yes," he said almost inaudibly while playing with his hands.

"have your eyes been hurting? so much you constantly rub them?"

he nodded faintly.

finn noticed that dr. harbour stopped writing down everything he said to him. dr. harbour thought for a moment, "mr. wolfhard," he began, "you should've consulted us about this sooner because you know that any symptoms like these can't go ignored. you're going to have to take seriously what i tell you now," he paused, "i wish i could say you only have tumors in the other part of your leg, your treatment would be much easier to handle. . .but-"

"but what?"

"you have cancer cells spreading to other parts of your body. the most significant traces were in your lungs and bones— your spine especially,"

finn breathed heavily. right from the start, finn has always seen that this conversation would happen one day. he thought he was ready, but he was not. it felt so much more different when it's happening now, it hit him more that it was real, all of this is really real.

just when he thought he'd escape death, it all came rushing back in just a blink of an eye. just when he thought he gets to experience how to live normally again with his family and his friends. just when he thought he gets to experience "the best love story of his life" that millie promised she's going to give him. . .it all just came back. he got fueled with anger, confusion, sadness, and fear— especially fear.

"mr. wolfhard?" finn didn't respond.

"finn, baby," his mother squeezed his hand.

"mr. wolfhard, what are you thinking?"

nothing.

"honey, talk to dr. harbour," his mother brushed his cheek while tears started streaming on her face.

finn just sat frozen.

"mr. wolfhard, talk to us,"

there was silence for a few moments until finn finally spoke,

"am i going to die?"

"we don't know that yet," he paused, "we need to start a treatment plan for you. the cancer cells spread unbelievably fast. i'm going to consult with oncologists on how to proceed with treatments," he patted his shoulder, "just know that i'm not giving up on you regardless. i will not rest until i find any method to give you more time,"