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Lightning didn't know what was happening to him.
For a few weeks now, breathing was becoming more painful each day that passes.
He went out of his way to see multiple specialist, none of them managed to pinpoint the cause of this problem the number 95 has been dealing with.
None except one.
A single doctor managed to find the answer
Answer than Mcqueen wasn't ready to hear.
"You have Hanahaki disease"
The doctor said as he pu the his clipboard and pen, looking straight into McQueen's windshield.
That was the answer the number 95 dreaded to hear. It's an idea he was stirring up in his engine ever since that started but he did not want it to become a reality.
"You have a few days at most.
The moment you start feeling the flowers in your throat it's already too late.
Do you have any idea of who caused this Mr McQueen?"
The old bald man in a labcoat didn't seem sorry at all for what was happening to the racing car. But he was curious nontherless
Truth is, McQueen knew what was the cause of this.
Well in that case, who would be more appropriate
"His name is Thomas, Thomas the tank engine.
I love him. I love him but he never saw me as more than a friend."
McQueen was heartbroken. The love for his dear friend with the beautiful light blue paint was going to be his demise.
He left the hospital, a single thought in his engine.
'I will go see him one last time.'
And so he did just that.
He went to the train station Thomas lives in and he waited.
He waited for so long the rain started picking up. Waited for so long for Thomas to come back
When he finally did, McQueen was close to the end. He could feel it.
But seeing his dear friend's shining brand new paintjob gave him courage to move up to him.
"Thomas"
McQueen said not without any difficulty.
"Yes McQueen ? Is something wrong? You seem rather unwell..."
Thomas added, worried.
"Thomas I..."
He was interruped with coughs, he could feel flowers, it was too late. His time had come.
"I LOVE YOU!
I KNOW YOU DON'T BUT I DO AND-"
"McQueen."
Thomas stared into McQueen's windshield.
"I love you.
I... never had the courage to tell you but I...
I love you, my friend."
That revelation, under any other circumstances, would have been the best thing to ever happen to him.
But now, McQueen was doomed. And there was no saving it.
"I'm sorry... Thomas... it's too late for me now....
Let's..."
He stares lovingly into Thomas's black orbs.
"Meet again in another life."
And with thoses words, the last push of piston was pushed and Lightning Mc Queen,s consciousness faded away forever.
Thomas could only stare with disbelief and pain at the carcass of his friend, lying right before him.
'if only'
He thought
'If only i had confessed earlier...
Our love...
Could have been possible.'
A raindrop rolled down Thoma's face. Or was it a tear?
Only him knows