It was a Wednesday morning in the beginning of December. It was break time, and Lincoln and Clyde were in a table together.

"Did you brought it?" Lincoln asked

"Here it is," Clyde said, opening a small lunch box. When they opened it, a pile of candy was created on the table.

Lincoln faces the audience. "It's hard to have sweets when you have to share it with ten sisters, so on last Halloween, Clyde and I agreed he would keep mine, and every day on school he would bring me some," Lincoln explain

Lincoln grabbed one candy and smelled it. "I can already feel the sugar," he said

"These are the best ones," Clyde said. " 30% more sugar, 100% more tasty,"

"Enjoy the meal," Lincoln said, as they both began eating from the small pile in the table. Even though Clyde warned Lincoln the pile was ending, he still enjoyed the fact they lasted more than a few hours. Clyde only eats a little portion of what he brings (It was Lincoln's candy after all). Even if Lincoln insisted, he said to much sugar would make him fat, and he knew Lori liked thin guys.

After school, Lincoln was feeling pretty tired (History class was particularly boring that day). He arrived home, went to the bathroom, had lunch, and layed down in his bed. When he woke up, one of his sister was shaking him.

"Wake up, twerp," Lori said. "Dad's calling for dinner,"

"Already?" Lincoln asked. He turned to his clock and saw it was already eight.

"You need to stop sleeping so late at night, it's not the first time we have to wake you up to eat," Lori said. "Seriously, how can you sleep so much," she closed the door

Lincoln got up and yawned. He was still feeling a bit tired "just laziness from waking up, I guess," Lincoln thought. He reached his pocket and found two sweet's he had kept from earlier. He ate both to gain some energy, went to the bathroom, and went downstairs. The rest of the family had already began eating. Their father had brought Burping burguers for everyone. Come to think of it, that was probably the second most common meal in the house. Still lost to pizza

Lincoln grabbed a glass of water before sitting back on the table. That happened for at least three times before someone decided to speak.

"You're going to pee in your bed with all that water," Lynn jr said

"I'm thirsty," Lincoln said. "And I'll just use the bathroom before sleeping

Lincoln, besides being the last one to join the table, was the first one to finish eating. He went upstairs, stopping to use the bathroom, then he headed to his room. He still filled tired, but he had some homework to do. He decided to take a quick nap, and he would do it later. He changed to his pajamas, and laid his head on his pillow for a moment.

He only woke up with the sound of his alarm clock. He saw in desperation the time the clock was pointing, 7:15. He grabbed his notebook and took it with him to the bathroom line. Luckily that thing was long enough for him to finish what he did.. He went his way through the shower, all of the family had breakfast, and they left. Lincoln somehow manage to sleep in the van after the 14 hour sleep he had.

The next two day, Lincoln was feeling so tired when he woke up, he asked Luan for her joy buzzer. Every time he felt he would fall asleep, he would just place his head on his hand (painful, but efficient). Clyde noticed that behaviour and went to speak to Lincoln at Friday on recess.

"Hey buddy, are you okay?" Clyde said, while opening the lunchbox full of candy.

"Sure, just a little tired, that's all," Lincoln said

"You're sure?" Clyde asked

"Absolutely," Lincoln said. "weekend is coming, and being free from school will bring my energy back,"

"Yeah, we deserve a break," Clyde said. "Well, let's enjoy our snack,"

After coming home, Lincoln was heading toward his room, before he bumped into Luna in the hallway.

"Sorry little bro," Luna said, laying down a hand and pulled Lincoln up. "Hey, have you been losing weight?"

"What?" Lincoln asked

"I don't know, you were so easy to just pull up. It's probably just me ," Luna said

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I haven't got lighter," Lincoln said. He begin thinking a little while about that weird comment in his room, but soon tiredness won the battle against Lincoln

Saturday was a particular hot day. Not as hot as summer, of course, but still hot. The Loud family decided to have a pool day, so they set up the plastic pool Lincoln had bought a few months earlier. He was about to go to the pool, but before he went to the bathroom. And something shocked him

He was wearing only his swimming trunks. Mostly when he came to the bathroom, he was fully clothed, or the mirror was all blurred out by someone taking a too hot shower. Now the visions was clear, and he looked at himself. He was thin. But not his usual thin. You were able to see all of Lincoln's ribs, almost coming out of the skin. Now that he noticed, his whole body seemed purely skin and bones. He saw a little machine below the sink.

It was Lori's weight scale. She used it to make sure she wasn't gaining much weight. Lincoln pulled it out and stepped on it. The last time he did that was in a monthly family checkout two weeks ago. He was weighing a little bit over 80 pounds. Now, he was a little below sixty. He blinked to check the number again.

He noticed something was wrong. He went to his room and peeked through the window. All of his sisters were outside. His mother was also there, holding Lily in her hands. He left and went towards the living room. He saw his father was sit on the couch, doing taxes or something like that.

"Dad," Lincoln said, quietly, almost like the others couldn't hear him, and no one really heard

"Dad," Lincoln said, a little bit louder. This time, Lynn sr, actually lifted his head. He could only see the face of his son, peeking around the corner.

"Oh hey son," he said, noticing a worried expression on his face. "Why aren't you out there?" he pointed at the rest of his family. "If everything okay?"

"I-I…" Lincoln didn't knew exactly what to say. "Can you come here for a second?" Lincoln asked

Lynn sr, worried, nodded. He removed the glasses he was using to read the papers and stood up. He followed his son's steps until he reached his position. He saw his son, looking like he hasn't eaten in weeks, but actually, Lincoln has eaten a little bit more that he usually did. The father cooked pretty often for those differences to become relevant.

"Lincoln, what happened?" Lynn sr asked, holding one of his son's hands, and seeing how thin and weak Lincoln's body appears to be

"I-I-I don't know," Lincoln answered, a little afraid. "Can you take me to a doctor?" Lincoln asked

Lynn nodded. "I'll just tell your mother, and we're going." He said, seriously

"Just don't tell my sisters," Lincoln said. "I don't want them to be worried for nothing,"

Lynn nodded, and while he headed down the stairs, Lincoln used that time to change clothes. He went downstairs, and his father was already waiting for him. They both entered the family van, and while Lynn would have talked a little more to Lincoln, if he wasn't already asleep.

They reached the nearest hospital, and Lynn woke up Lincoln up. They both walked in, and while Lynn would speak to the receptionist, Lincoln went to seat on the chair. Lincoln never really liked doctors, it was boring all of those 'ear healthy' or 'drink more water' advices, but he was never afraid of them. He knew they wanted the best to her patients.

After a few moments, Lynn came back and seated next to his son.

"The doctor will see you in a few moments," Lynn said. "Is there anything you've been feeling?"

"Well, I'm feeling a lot more tired than usual. Also, I think I'm going to the bathroom too much," Lincoln said

"And you've also been drinking more water," Lynn pointed out

"Do you have any idea of what I have?" Lincoln asked

"I'm not sure, son" Lynn said, a little ashamed. "But the doctor will find out, and we'll be back home in no time,"

"Mr. Lincoln Loud?" A man called. Both Lincoln and Lynn stood up, and they headed towards the doctor's office. He was a tall and chubby man, probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He weared glasses and had short white hair

"Hello Lincoln. Mr. Loud," he said shaking both their hands. "I'm doctor Lingard. Lincoln, please take off your shoes, and stand right there," he pointed at a machine which consisted on a platform with a pole smaller than Lincoln, and a little screen in right after the pole.

The doctor pulled the pole up, and placed the end on Lincoln's head, measuring his height, while the machine displayed Lincoln's doctor wrote down the data, then he asked Lincoln to sit in a stretcher that was in the room. He asked him to take his shirt of. As Lincoln did, the doctor saw the state he was, grabbing his hand and taking a closer look at it.

"What has he been feeling, Mr?" Lingard asked to Lynn sr.

"He has been feeling very tired doctor, and also going to the bathroom and drinking a lot more water he used to. Also, his much thinner then he was before" Lynn sr said

Lingard placed a hand on his chin for a moment, before going behind his desk, and grabbing a machine. It was similar to payment terminal, the difference was, it didn't had any buttons, and the entry was much smaller. He also took a few other small objects, neither Lincoln nor Lynn sr could identify.

"Lincoln, do you have any problems with needles?" The doctor asked

Lincoln shaked his head. It has been a few years since he lost that fear.

"Can I borrow your finger for a minute?" Lingard said, grabbing Lincoln's right hand. With all those objects, he built a little device, which he used to stung Lincoln's finger. It hurt for a little instant. He squeezed the finger, and a little red liquid began forming. He used Lincoln's blood and placed it in a strip, which he introduced in the machine. He stared at it for a few seconds, before he made a surprised face.

"What's the matter," Lynn sr asked, but the doctor didn't respond. Instead, he went towards the door. He signed two man which were standing in the hallway. They came in and took the stretcher, with Lincoln in it. The doctor whispered something in the ear of one of the men, and they rushed towards the nearest elevator.

The doctor and Lynn sr was following slowly. "What's going on, what's happening?" Lynn asked

"Sr, you're lucky you've came to us in time. Most people only realise the problem after a coma," the doctor answers

"Coma? What does my son has?" Lynn said, afraid, angry, and worried all of the same time

"Diabetes," the doctor said

Hey guys, how are you doing? I'm fine, and I'm here with a new story. This time however, it's not my usual type of story (if I even have some sort of usual typr of story). I wanted to write this story for a few reasons, but my main reason is because I, like many others out there, have this desease, and I can understan how harsh it can be for some people. For that same reason, most of the facts on this chapter are inspired in how I found out about my condition, and in other chapters I pretend doing the same. (please don't feel bad for me, I've learned to live with it, but it's not easy.)

I hope you enjoyed the idea and if you did, or not, please let me know and why. Without anything else to say, have a great day.