Original series: Prophecy Boys. 100-365 days. A Year to Spare
Title: A Year to Spare
Author: sumthinlikhuman
Disclaimer: I own Hector and Jonas, even if they don't believe me. They're just silly little boys anyway.
Theme: 100-365 days
Fandom: Prophecy Boys, original series
Pairing: Hector Selman/Jonas Clements, unestablished
Rating: G
When Jonas Clements had been seven years old, he’d hit his head against a brick wall. While the doctors were inspecting him-concussion, brain damage, that sort of thing-they had run a blood test. Jonas had been strangely anemic at the time. They’d recommended to his parents that he have a blood transfusion.
When Jonas Clements had been twelve years old, he’d been diagnosed with leukemia His parents moved to the east coast, despite friends and family, so Jonas could be admitted to a clinic specializing in the disease. He’d been placed into a school for children with special needs.
Jonas lived a relatively happy life, despite his illness. His older brothers and parents doted on him endlessly, and he had a lot of friends, in and out of the school and hospital. He participated in what sports he could, was an active member of school functions, and dated sparingly when he began to think that dating would be appropriate.
When Jonas Clements had been fourteen, he’d figured out he was a homosexual. His parents didn’t hold anything against him, though he more than once heard his father saying that he was just going through a phase, that he wanted to try out new things because he was worried about dying.
Jonas had never been scared of dying. There had been spectacular advancements in his treatment since he’d been diagnosed. He knew he was the way he was, and there was nothing that was going to change that.
When Jonas Clements had been fifteen, a man named Hector Selman had come to speak at his school. Hector had survived a cancerous growth in the muscle of his chest, just below his right arm. He had not attended the school, but now went around the US and Canada talking at schools and hospitals to try and inspire hopes in fellow cancer patients. Especially ones in remission, like Jonas.
When Jonas Clements had been sixteen, his doctors had told him his leukemia had come out of remission. They told him that it had become more aggressive, and that his body wasn’t strong enough to deal with the illness.
They gave him a year to live-a year and a half if he was moved to an intensive clinic in Sweden. His parents couldn’t afford to send him to Sweden, and Jonas didn’t want to go anyway; all the friends he had left were in Virginia, and he was going to be a sophomore soon. He took the estimated year, and steeled himself to that idea.
Jonas had never been scared of dying. Still, there was something a little strange about being able to flip ahead of his calender and see the week he was supposed to die. Teenage boys didn’t have to worry about whether they would live to see their seventeenth birthday; they had to worry if their shirts looked good enough to get attention from the ladies.
Jonas Clements supposed he’d never been a teenage boy.
He circled a day exactly one year after his last appointment. The day seemed incredibly far away, when he thought that he had all of a school year and most of a summer ahead of him. Still, he knew how fast time flew when you let it get away from you.
He just wouldn’t let this year get away from him.
Author: sumthinlikhuman
Disclaimer: I own Hector and Jonas, even if they don't believe me. They're just silly little boys anyway.
Theme: 100-365 days
Fandom: Prophecy Boys, original series
Pairing: Hector Selman/Jonas Clements, unestablished
Rating: G
When Jonas Clements had been seven years old, he’d hit his head against a brick wall. While the doctors were inspecting him-concussion, brain damage, that sort of thing-they had run a blood test. Jonas had been strangely anemic at the time. They’d recommended to his parents that he have a blood transfusion.
When Jonas Clements had been twelve years old, he’d been diagnosed with leukemia His parents moved to the east coast, despite friends and family, so Jonas could be admitted to a clinic specializing in the disease. He’d been placed into a school for children with special needs.
Jonas lived a relatively happy life, despite his illness. His older brothers and parents doted on him endlessly, and he had a lot of friends, in and out of the school and hospital. He participated in what sports he could, was an active member of school functions, and dated sparingly when he began to think that dating would be appropriate.
When Jonas Clements had been fourteen, he’d figured out he was a homosexual. His parents didn’t hold anything against him, though he more than once heard his father saying that he was just going through a phase, that he wanted to try out new things because he was worried about dying.
Jonas had never been scared of dying. There had been spectacular advancements in his treatment since he’d been diagnosed. He knew he was the way he was, and there was nothing that was going to change that.
When Jonas Clements had been fifteen, a man named Hector Selman had come to speak at his school. Hector had survived a cancerous growth in the muscle of his chest, just below his right arm. He had not attended the school, but now went around the US and Canada talking at schools and hospitals to try and inspire hopes in fellow cancer patients. Especially ones in remission, like Jonas.
When Jonas Clements had been sixteen, his doctors had told him his leukemia had come out of remission. They told him that it had become more aggressive, and that his body wasn’t strong enough to deal with the illness.
They gave him a year to live-a year and a half if he was moved to an intensive clinic in Sweden. His parents couldn’t afford to send him to Sweden, and Jonas didn’t want to go anyway; all the friends he had left were in Virginia, and he was going to be a sophomore soon. He took the estimated year, and steeled himself to that idea.
Jonas had never been scared of dying. Still, there was something a little strange about being able to flip ahead of his calender and see the week he was supposed to die. Teenage boys didn’t have to worry about whether they would live to see their seventeenth birthday; they had to worry if their shirts looked good enough to get attention from the ladies.
Jonas Clements supposed he’d never been a teenage boy.
He circled a day exactly one year after his last appointment. The day seemed incredibly far away, when he thought that he had all of a school year and most of a summer ahead of him. Still, he knew how fast time flew when you let it get away from you.
He just wouldn’t let this year get away from him.