terminal // t.j

30

she took a deep breath, removing the mask from her face.
"i have thirty," she inhaled, "days to live."
tyler nodded and rung his hands.
"they told me." he said, eyes avoiding her, "told me i should say goodbye."
the mask stayed on her face, arm too weak to lift it off.
"you," coughing, "should. leave before i," another breath, more coughing, "die."
tyler shook his head. a nurse came into usher him out. she fell asleep.