Charles surgery would be long . It had to be, he had a huge tumor in his head. He just had to get the chemo therapy in his system, wait a few months in this god forsaken bed and cry. Charles knew he wouldn't survive. The new mutse would come in and stick a needle in your arm while saying everything will be okay. It's really not. It's his second time the treatment had to take place. "The nurse will see you now..." Charles closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he waited for the nurse to come.