Caleb Weston

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. I don’t like people worrying about me.” He told her, sitting up as if to prove he was fine. “I’ve spent years in a hospital, you think I would know this stuff.” He joked in regards to the transplant information. “That’s the pact? I promise to hang out with you? I think I can agree to that. Two conditions. You are not allowed to worry about me and we have the junk food date I missed being here.”

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Rae scrunched her face up a little. “I can’t promise I won’t worry. I’ll always worry about my friends, it’s kind of what I do.” She then sighed. “But I guess I will promise to not worry about your heart and trust that the doctors know what they’re doing.”

He put the bracelet on, shaking his head as she continued. “Sab told you everything didn’t she?” He half laughed and shrugged. “I don’t need one yet, they want to hold off until they can’t. I’m on a list but you’re stuck with me either way.” He joked. “So how do you know the transplant routine? I didn’t think leukemia came with transplants.” 

“Don’t worry, you’re cool, I don’t mind being stuck with you,” Reagan replied. “And she didn’t tell me everything. I mean, you told me that you had a heart condition. She just kind of told me about the transplant and that you were here. I kind of forced it out of her when you wouldn’t tell me. Nothing really can get in the way of me when I’m worried about someone.” She shrugged slightly. “Yeah, it’s kind of the last resort. When all the chemo and the radiation don’t work, and your body still hates you, they suggest a bone marrow transplant. I wasn’t on a list though, Royce was a match, so he donated. I mean the whole dying thing sucks, but then you get another chance, and you can’t let it go. I can’t lie, after a transplant, it still kind of sucks, because you still have anti-rejection meds, and doctors, and for me, I can still get sick again. It gets less though as time goes on. Are you up for a pact with me?” Rae asked. “When you get your transplant, I’ll help you learn the ins and outs of everything. Us sick kids gotta stick together, right?”

Caleb was working on homework his dad had dropped off to him. He glanced up when he heard the door, taking a second to register that Rae was there and coming in his room. He wished he had worn real clothes and not decided to wear sweats and a lazy flannel button down. It was easier to access his heart if they needed to. He had had another small episode a couple days before. “Hey, what are you doing here?” He asked as a grin spread and he moved his school work. “Of course she did. I’m fine, I promise. What do you mean your used to the other way around?”

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“I know, she told me that you would be,” Rae replied. “I trust her. She’s a nice girl.” Rae took a seat in the chair near his bed. “I practically grew up in a hospital. I had Leukemia before going to Ilvermorny, I’m in remission now though. Why do you think my parents are always so weirdly healthy now?” She nudged him slightly. “I remember how lonely it got being the sick girl all the time. So I had time after my appointment to stop by and bring you something. I make these with all the kids in the unit I used to stay in when I was recieveing treatment.” She smiled, handing over a small wrapped envelope. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

“So a large burger with extra greasy fries is out?” Caleb joked, knowing full well that was always out of the question with his already unsteady heart. “What about that one place you like by the hospital?”

“I would say that’s a safe assumption, yes.” He rolled his eyes fondly, the edges of his lips pulling up ever so slightly. Waylon was thankful that Caleb seemed to have inherited his mother’s sense of humor. “I was rather hoping to avoid the hospital for at least a month or two, believe it or not.”

Caleb sighed and sat up with a shrug. “Same as last time? I woke up feeling light headed, could feel my heart off it’s rhythm. Thought it would work itself out so I didn’t say anything. Passed out coming down for dinner. I over did it the day before according to the docs. It’s still not where they want it to be so I’m stuck until it is.” 

“So that means you’re not coming back to school?” Sabrina questioned, pouting.