You, your parents, siblings and the others had been stuck on the beach for probably seven hours at this point. You and Maddox (your sister) had both changed into spare bikinis Prisca (your mom) brought since you two had gone from eleven to nineteen in five hours. Trent (your brother) had gone from six to seventeen and Kara had gone from four to fifteen. The adults were aging slower but still aging

Things had been calm for a while until your tumor started getting too big. Like Prisca you both had tumors but the beach was speeding up the process making them grow and grow extremely painful for you. So currently you were resting your head in Prisca’s lap, laying in the sand squeezing her hands tightly, Patricia and Jarin were holding the incision open on your hip so it wouldn’t close before Guy (your dad) could pull the tumor out. Maddox was kneeling next to you squeezing your free hand tightly looking away as blood spilled out from the cut and onto the sand, staining the bikini and Guy’s, Patricia’s and Jarin’s hands. Kara had buried her face in Chrystal so she wouldn’t see and Trent was pacing scared for you but unsure of what to do. Brendon was standing behind Maddox watching unsure of what to do but scared for you. Charles was god knows where breaking down

Prisca: she stormed your hair “Sh, sh, you’re doing so well my baby”

Guy: “Almost done baby, almost done”