A/N: Hello everyone! I'm really excited to get started on this story, which I have adopted from xKizzyy. I am currently rewriting it, so it will take time to get the chapters out. I'm also changing some plot details to hopefully make it less confusing. The original version of this story is still on her profile, so go check it out! I do hope you enjoy. :)

Chapter 1: Diagnosis

Jack walked slowly down the halls of his high school, taking in his surroundings. The walls were an off-white colour, which looked in desperate need of repainting. Purple lockers lined the crowded hallway as students stood around, talking loudly in groups. Several of the more studious teens grabbed their textbooks from their lockers and hurried off to class.

Jack ducked out of the way as a group of taller guys walked by. They gave him funny looks as they passed, but Jack was used to that. His odd white hair usually attracted that sort of attention. That, and the fact that he was tiny for a guy. He was tall, sure, being 5 ft. 8 and all, but when it came to weight, that was another story entirely. Jack couldn't weigh more than 100 lbs. in his current state.

To his disappointment, it wasn't just the jocks that looked at him funny. Several other groups of people stared directly at him and spoke to each other in hushed whispers. Trying not to be self conscious, Jack shoved his hands in his hoodie and picked up his pace.

Though he really couldn't blame his new schoolmates for staring at him. It must have been weird for them to see a white haired young teen, and not an older person. Also, he was still new. After all, Jack had only transferred to this school at the beginning of his sophomore year.

Going by the looks his new schoolmates gave him; it would be difficult for Jack to make friends. But he was used to that; he never really fit in at any of his old schools anyways. Besides, he didn't want to make friends here when his sister was still in the hospital. The hallway cleared just as the bell rung, and Jack knew that he would be late to class again. Sighing, Jack begrudgingly made his way to first period.

He opened the door to see his teacher giving him a silent glare. "Sorry," he said to the short plump woman as he grabbed the tardy note from her.

"That's your fourth tardy this week," Mrs. Maier said sternly. "One more and you'll be getting a detention. Now get to your seat!"

Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This was only his second week at school, and he was already getting in trouble.

He walked to the back of the classroom and sat down in the only available seat. His teacher had added it there last Monday since there were no other empty desks. Jack didn't mind sitting in the back, since it's quiet and no one really bothered him. Mrs. Maier began the lesson, and Jack actually tried to pay attention, but his mind kept drifting off to his sister and family.

His mom was a kind person, and was always very supportive of Jack and his sister. His father wasn't in the picture anymore, and Jack didn't remember much about him. Though he was really close to his little sister, Emma. They would always play and go ice-skating together, up until Emma got sick. The whole reason they moved from Burgess to Allentown five months ago was to get better treatment for her. Emma was only seven when everything started.

At first, Jack's family thought that Emma had simply caught a cold. But as she remained sick for a nearly a week, they thought it was the flu. Concerned, Jack's mom took Emma to their local clinic, but the physicians there had no idea what was wrong with her. They referred Emma to a larger hospital in the next city over, which was Allentown, Pennsylvania. The cost for the hospital there was very high, so it took a couple of days for his mom to save up enough money to take Emma there. Meanwhile, Emma's condition kept worsening.

Emma was at St. Luke's Medical Centre for nearly a month before Jack's mom decided to move the family over to be closer to her. Since Jack's uncle lived here, he was willing to let them stay there with him until they found a more permanent residence. Several weeks had passed since then, and Jack and his mom had finally moved into their own house. Emma has been in the hospital for awhile now, with the doctors running all sorts of different tests, and they still don't know what's wrong with her. The doctors had negotiated with Jack's mom, as they were willing to pay for the medical expenses for all the confusion.

But still, Jack can't help but worry for his sister.

A shrill ring interrupted Jack from his thoughts, which he realized to be the bell, meaning that class was over. His classmates began gathering their belongings and leaving the room, so Jack grabbed his backpack and followed. He hadn't even bothered to take his textbook out for this class. He really didn't care about paying attention in this school, since it was all temporary. As soon as Emma gets better, they'd be able to move back to Burgess.

"Hey Jack!" He heard someone yell, and Jack sighed.

He didn't have to look back to see who it was; he recognized the voice. It was Eric, a jock that had picked on Jack ever since he transferred here. So he just ignored him and kept walking, albeit slightly faster. It didn't matter that Eric harassed him in the middle of the hallway with other students walking to their next classes; no one cared that Jack was being bullied, not even the teachers. Jack's only hope was to get to his next class quickly and avoid Eric if possible.

"I heard your sister is sick," Eric continued in a mocking tone, making Jack stop dead in his tracks. How had this jerk found out? Jack hadn't told anyone, but all his teachers knew, so one of them might've said something.

"Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you!" Eric yelled, grabbing Jack by the shoulders and spinning him around to face him.

"Just leave me alone, Eric." Jack narrowed his eyes, trying to look threatening as he pushed the jock away.

Eric backed off, but a cocky smirk spread across his face. "What, are you scared that your sister won't make it?"

"I'm going to be late to class again," Jack told him sternly. "Go away."

"Fine," Eric sneered as he roughly shoved Jack into the lockers.

Jack winced in pain while Eric grabbed his backpack and dumped all his papers and books out. The passing period was still going on, so many students walked over the pile of papers, spreading them around and ripping several of the pages. With one final smirk of satisfaction, Eric left.

The tardy bell finally rang, and the hallway cleared, revealing all of Jack's papers strewn throughout the entire hallway. He had no idea that it had gotten this bad, and with a heavy sigh, Jack began to gather his stuff.

"Guess I'll be late to class again," Jack muttered. Since he was already late to his next class, Jack figured that he might as well take his time collecting his papers.

Finally with most of his papers stuffed in his bag, Jack arrived at his second period.

"Jack Frost!" the ever-strict Mrs. Mellingham yelled.

"Sorry I-" Jack quickly tried to stutter out an apology.

"Do you have a tardy note for me? Any reason to why you are so late?" Mrs. Mellingham was having none of his excuses today, apparently.

"Uh..." Jack's mind went blank. He heard a chuckle to his right, and Jack fixed Eric with a glare. Of course the obnoxious jock was in his class.

The woman's eyebrow twitched in obvious irritation. "Speak up!"

"Not really...?"

His teacher sighed. "Then I will be forced to put this down as an unexcused tardy. Since this is your fifth one, come after school for detention."

Jack tried to stifle his sigh. "Yes ma'am."

"Now hurry and take your seat. This is a very important lecture that will be on the test next week. So pay attention!"

Jack slunk over to his seat in the back if the class. He didn't even bother to try and pay attention to this lesson as he stared blankly out the window.

Ω Ω Ω

School had finally ended, and the hallways were flooded with students trying to get home. Everyone was free to leave, all except for Jack who had to go to Mrs. Melligham's class for detention. On his way there, his phone started buzzing. He grabbed it out of his pocket and saw that it was his mom.

"Hello?" Jack said as he clicked the answer button.

"Jack, you're going to have to walk home from school today, okay?" Her words came out all at once, rushed.

"What? Why?" Jack's brows furrowed in confusion.

"I got a call just now from the hospital and the doctors finally have a diagnosis for Emma. I'm on my way to the hospital right now."

Jack couldn't believe it. After all this time they'd finally be able to start treating Emma properly. "Really? That's great! What does she have?"

There were a few muffled sounds before his mom responded, "I need to go now. Call me when you get home."

His phone beeped, letting Jack know that the call had ended. Placing his phone back in his pocket, Jack realized that he was now late for the meeting with his teacher. He sped down the hallway, not wanting Mrs. Mellingham to get any angrier with him than she already was. He reached his second period class in a few minutes, and he was dreading his confrontation with the teacher.

"Jack, there you are," Mrs. Mellingham said curtly from her sitting position at her desk.

"Sorry I'm late, I got a ca-"

"Please don't try and come up with an excuse." She stood and crossed the room towards him. "You come to class 10 minutes late without a note, and when I tell you to serve detention after school you come late to that as well?"

Jack flinched from her rising voice. "I'm sorry, my siste-"

Mrs. Mellingham held up a had for him to stop. "Just sit in here for the next 30 minutes and don't talk. I'll be right in the other room if you need me." She walked out, seeming done with dealing with Jack in general.

Jack sighed. But at least he could work on his homework now. He opened his backpack and sorted through the many messed up papers (thanks Eric) until he found his math assignment. Plugging in his headphones, Jack began working.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Mellingham came back in. "So we won't have this problem anymore, right?" she asked strictly as Jack gathered his belongings.

"Huh?"

"With your lateness issue, Jack. One more tardy and I'll have to send you to the office and a phone call to your parents."

"Oh uh- yeah. It won't happen again," Jack said, trying to get out of the room. Now that his detention was over, he needed to go see Emma!

"Would you mind telling me why you were late, now? No more excuses," Mrs. Mellingham insisted.

I wasn't making up excuses earlier, Jack thought bitterly. But fine, she wants the truth? Then I'll give her the truth. "My little sister is in the hospital and I got a call from my mom about her condition."

His teacher's brown eyes softened for a moment as she seemed to consider his answer. "All right, you may go."

Jack silently thanked her before booking it out of the school. He only lived five minutes away from the school by car, but it took at least twenty while walking. It was a little chilly out, but that was to be expected as August was nearing its end. Jack shivered and picked up his pace, desperate to get home.

He finally arrived at his house a few minutes after five. Jack had been hoping that his mom would have been home from the hospital with news by now, but he knew it was a long shot. Remembering his earlier conversation with his mother, Jack went inside and called her.

"Hey mom, I'm home. How's Emma?"

"Well..."

Jack's heart immediately sank at her strained tone. Her voice was broken, and she was sniffing constantly. Neither of which were good signs.

"The doctors finally have a diagnosis..."

"And?" Jack prompted when it seemed like she wouldn't continue.

"Emma," her voice cracked, "has cancer."

The room Jack was in dropped a few degrees. The silence was so overwhelming it felt as if Jack was drowning.

"Chronic myelogenous leukemia to be exact," she paused, taking a few deep breaths before continuing, "It's very uncommon in children, so the doctors had no idea... But they did some blood tests, and, and..." Jack heard her voice break into a sob. After a few moments, she found her voice again. "Emma's sleeping right now... But do you want to come see her?"

Ω Ω Ω

Jack took a bus to the hospital. On the way, his mom filled him in with the rest of the details. She said that the doctors were surprised that Emma wasn't feeling the effects of her cancer earlier, and since she didn't show any of the usual symptoms, it was difficult to diagnose. Many of the doctors had thought that she had a bad case of the flu, but the truth was much worse.

In the few months that Emma had been in the hospital, her cancer had spread and grown. The signs that Emma had leukemia were clearly there now, and since the stage had progressed, it could be very difficult to treat.

The doctors also mentioned that they were relieved that her cancer was chronic, meaning that it would grow over a long period of time, and not acute, which would have progressed rapidly and killed Emma in a few short weeks. Even though the doctors were glad that this was not the case, Jack and his mother were still heartbroken that Emma had cancer in the first place.

"Jack," a soft voice brought Jack out of his thoughts. He was currently sitting in Emma's new hospital room, where his sister was finally awake. Once the doctors diagnosed her with leukemia, they moved her to the cancer ward.

"Yeah?" he asked, turning his attention to his sister. The doctors told Emma about her disease, but she didn't really seem affected by their words.

"Can I get out of bed?" Emma asked, gripping the plain white sheets from her sitting position on the bed. "And walk around a little?"

Jack frowned. "I don't know, Emma." Their mom had stepped out of the room not long ago to speak with the staff. They were going to discuss their treatment options to get help for Emma as soon as possible. He wasn't sure if letting her walk around now was a good idea.

"Please?" she begged. "I've been stuck in bed for days! I just need to get up and stretch my legs."

"But what if-"

"Please?" she whined, giving Jack her best puppy dog eyes.

Jack sighed, but a slight smile found its way to his lips nonetheless. "Oh, fine. Be right back." Jack hopped off the chair he was sitting in and wandered into the hall, where he found the front desk. A woman sat there, typing away at her computer. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said.

She instantly looked up. "Yes? What can I help you with?"

"My little sister, Emma Frost, she's in room 413. She's feeling restless, and um, was wondering if she could -uh- possibly walk around a bit?" The nurse furrowed her brows. "With me, that is," Jack added on quickly.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea," the nurse stated as she pulled up Emma's information on her computer. "She was just diagnosed this afternoon and she needs plenty of rest."

Jack frowned. "Please? She's only seven, and is tired of sitting in bed for so long." He gave her his own puppy dog eyes and the nurse sighed in relent.

"Alright, but not for too long. Fifteen minutes at the most."

Jack grinned. "Of course, thank you!"

The nurse then got up to go help Emma get out of her bed. She disconnected Emma from the many wires and tubes that were hooked up to flashing screens. Emma was bouncing up and down in her bed, light brown eyes shining in excitement. This made Jack smile softly at her hyperactive attitude. Before Emma was admitted to the hospital, she was a ball full of energy, and really a hassle to take care of.

When Emma acted like this, it got harder and harder to believe that she was sick.

Finally Emma was set on her two feet, and the two siblings started walking down the hall.

"Yay!" Emma cheered, doing a little skip. Her short brown hair swayed just above her shoulders.

Jack was just glad that she was able to move around again. The two walked in peace for a few moments, before Jack turned to Emma. "So what do you wanna do?" he asked with a grin.

"Let's play tag!" Emma immediately exclaimed.

"In a hospital?" Jack quirked a brow. "How will that work?"

"Like this! You're it!" she laughed, tapping Jack on his arm as she ran off down the hall.

The Frost siblings spent the next fifteen minutes running around, trying to catch each other. Though in the end they got yelled at by the staff for running, so they had to return to their room. Neither felt guilty, and only laughed at their scolding. Jack was so glad that Emma was feeling well enough to do all of this. Seeing her bright and smiling face, Jack had a feeling that Emma would be okay after all.

Here's a timeline so no one gets confused:

March 9th: Emma showed the first signs of sickness. Later admitted to the hospital in Allentown.

April 4th: Jack and his mom move to Allentown to be closer to Emma.

August 19th: Jack starts 10th grade in Allentown

Current day: August 27th