Tails was in his lab like he usually is, working on one of machines. He had been trying to fix this one for a week and it still wasn't working. But he was determined to fix it no matter what. "I'll fix you if it's the last thing I do." He said.
After about two more hours of working, he decided to take a break. He went into the kitchen and made a snack. A sandwich, chips, and a mint ice cream milkshake. He looked out his window and saw that his mailbox had mail in it.
He finished his snack and went outside. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. He reached into his mailbox and sorted through the mail. "Bill, bill, junk, postcard, Hmm?" It was a letter from the doctor. "It must be my test results."
A few weeks ago , Tails had done some blood tests. The doctor said the results would be mailed to him. He went inside and opened the letter. He was horrified at what he read.
Dear Mr. Prower,
We have finished the results of your blood tests. We regret to inform you that you have an inoperable brain tumor, that cannot be removed. It is our sad duty to inform you that by the time you get this, you will have about a week to live.