JAYFER in every universe

47: Terminal

Jay’s POV:

“ As I was scared miss Mariano, your chronic disease has now transformed into terminal disease.”

That’s it. I might be dumb but not enough to not know what she meant. She had told me already not to strain myself. But my over practice did its harm very well. Its not that I did not expect this. I did. My body told me prior that something was wrong. Although I kept saying, masking there wasn’t any. At least in front of my friends, my family. I ran away after kissing him that day saying I didn’t  forgive him yet. Well that was my way of dodging him.

“ How many days? Will I be able to live through my graduation?” I asked, there was no way pleading to let me live was going to do something good. I just wanted to know how long.

“ If you continue yourself into this career, not more than 8 months and if you leave this maybe some more years with the treatment.” She said showing sympathy over ‘ that’s not a age to die.’ Yeah I am dying out of something I don’t  even understand. WTF is this brachiocephalic trunk… I am suing the people caught on the term.

Its not that I don’t  wish to live, but its better I die how I am right now instead of becoming some zombie faced human still holding on life with their so called treatment. That would hurt me more, more torturous to me, to the people around.

I simply nodded at the doctor, she was a mid 30s beautiful lady, stethoscope curved around her neck proudly on her crisp white apron. I realised I won’t  be able to reach the age.

I grabbed my case file, the prescription content was bigger than my syllabus altogether. I walled out of the hospital building, looked at the sky. It was still blue. Random cars still honked on the London street, the sun was still shining. I turned back and the hospital reception was still a hustle. Everything seemed the same. Yet… yet a different aura bubbled me.. I didn’t  know if it was the revulsion of death or the fear of it. But the pain inside my body, I preferred death. Everyday, each day acting that everything inside was okay, it felt too good to be true. My lazy ass would not come up with something as in ‘ dying with living’.

I walked over the subway as sudden rain showers cancelled my blissful sun view. The sun changed , suddenly now the cars honking stopped, hospital rush rested. Things do change just like it changed for me.

I stepped out of the shed, feeling the droplets on my little tanned skin, I smiled, maybe at the god who was pouring water for me. When I couldn’t! I need to walk away quietly before I leave a permanent scar on others life.

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“WTF is wrong with your body? What about my contract now?” Laura slammed my medical files on the desk. Her face snapped irritation, not because I was dying but her golden retriever was leaving her now. “ You played me!”

“ I did not. Do you think I would consider dying just to play you.” I said with a straight expression. I didn’t  wish to use up my energy on her.

She held her neatly done bun out of frustration and then suddenly striked back at me with some other hideous plan. “ Give me your song rights! The ones you wrote, composed and the ones you are composing before dying.”

“ Take it! Free me with the existing ones though and pay me quarter of the money you made with them.” I didn’t  take another second to answer. She seemed even more frustrated. She made quite a lot with my work and now she wants me to write even on my death bed.  Heinous greedy women.

She gave in.. finally out of compulsion.

“ I am astonished as how you manage to shut Laura up.” Her assistant praised me in the corner.