Fulton loved Hockey more than anything. He loved playing, he loved that he could fight and get away with it, loved he could go all out and that his size was praised and not made fun off like when didn't play. He loved nothing more. So when he was thirteen and diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma he was devastated he thought he'd have to give up the one outlet he had. But lucky he didn't have to, he was able to play hockey but with a little more reaction then before, though he hardly did play restricted.

He was now 17 and in his last year of highschool. And he was, well to say the least one of the star players, he had the best slapshot by far and defensive men on the team by far. He was passing all his classes though he barley kept a C in math, overall Highschool was awesome for him. The best thing of all—even better than Hockey—He had a girlfriend, Guest. She had transferred into Eden Hall in junior year. They met in his math class and started dating quickly after she started tutoring him—she the only reason he can hold the C average—. And they have been dating since then till now in senior year. His life was honestly perfect... Except for the Cancer.

it had spread and was now in stage two border line stage three. Worst part is Hockey has been getting harder his sick more and Guest is starting to get worried. See he has told her, still hasn't told anyone outside of his mom to be honest.

it was Saturday and Fulton was a treatment at the Mayo Clinic. He was in the Chemo wing with an IV in his arm and dum stress ball that he had to squeeze every five minutes or so. He had his earbuds in and listening to Green Day on full blast with his eyes closed and head back.

What he didn't know is that Guest was about to walk by his room with her little brother who just came in because he had broken his arm twisted his ankle—he was nine and was climbing the old Ceader in their yard and fell.