My phone sat irritatingly silent on the bedside table for two whole hours before Dr. Malcolm got back to us. I jumped up when it rang, waking Joel, he groaned. I answered. “Luka?” Dr. Malcolm answered. “Yeah?” I reply. “I need you to bring Joel in, these are troubling signs after the absence of them for the last few months and are most likely not caused by the tumour. We are going to run blood tests, and urine and get another MRI scan, hopefully, that will give us a picture of what is going on,” he explains. “Okay, we should be at the hospital within the hour,” I reply. “Right, see you,” he replies and hangs up. I turn back to Joel and shake his shoulder gently. “Get up, Joel. We have to go to the hospital,” I state quietly. He groans again. I get up and get him some sweatpants, a

