Aiden was just twelve. She had practically raised him. There were times he'd complain about feeling tired, but she had brushed it off as of playing too much in school. Now, as the reality sank in, her chest tightened it was suddenly hard to breathe. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice was shaking, barely above a whisper. "We have to move forward with a stem cell transplant, But we don't have much time.

The surgery has to be done within a week. It will be for the better we don't tell him anything right now stress can do more harm"