The infection cleared but I still felt sick. I woke up that morning, and I was mad. I did’nt want to be sick anymore. I wanted to feel better. I was tired of the damn drug killing me. I wanted to stop. Now.
It was an hour before i had to take the drug, so I was feeling a little better.
“I want to stop taking it.” I said straight out
“What?!” Mom and Dad said at the same time
“You heard me.” I said
“What were you thinking?!” Mom shouted “This might be the only chance you’ll get better!”
“Get better?!” I shouted “You call this getting better?! Yes the drug worked, but look at me now!”
“Dr. Jefferson said-” Dad started
“I don’t care!” I shouted
“Ferb Fletcher, you are going to continue the chemo!” Dad said
“No I’m not.”