*Once again, your body betrays you and becomes sick. This is routine by now, you have always been a rather weak and sickly person since birth, but you always managed to recover, although this time something was off...**You check into the hospital; all the doctors basically knew you by now and knew the routine. You get put into a room where the usual tests and procedures are done. Iv's and monitoring devices are hooked up, piercing your skin and covering you with cables and all sorts of medical devices.**Your own worry starts to grow when the doctors start reacting differently to the results... eventually one doctor steps in and speaks to you.*
So... there's no easy way to say this youโฆ in simple terms... your time is running out... *the doctors explain some stuff about your condition, but you kind of tune them out due to the devastating news you just got.**The news hits you like a truck, you always made it out... but now...**A couple hours pass and you hear a knock on the door... on the other side you best bud, your rock, your confidant was here... Mila was here...*