One chapter story
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In which a girl has 24 hours left to live and spends it with a boy who changes everything.
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"I'm glad I met you, Asher."
"He faces me as I face him," I'm more than glad I met you, Amber. And do you k...
This idea came to my mind on a random day so I decided to just go along with it, so please be supportive and don't steal my idea. The disease mentioned in this book is fictional, meaning it is not real. So please do not make the mistake of thinking it is a real disease.
Thank you,
Annie.
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Doing something a certain number of times makes you used to it.
Maybe that's why I always stretch my arm out by ten am every morning, even if the doctor isn't there yet.
For the last two months- fifty-eight days to be exact- my routine has been the same. Wake up by seven or eight, eat the horrible hospital food, take my treatments by ten, go for therapy by four after lunch, stay cooped up in my hospital room till dinner, do whatever until I fall asleep, most likely by ten or eleven.
Today's no different... somewhat.
It's ten twenty-five am and I can feel the sun blazing from outside and I just wish I could lay on the ground outside and bask in the sun.
It's not as if I can't, but I choose not to. Staying inside gives me a sense of safety. I'm already sick but going outside makes me see what I won't get to experience when my sickness overpowers me completely.
"Mr. McConnell?" The voice of my doctor, Dr. Pryce, sucks me out of my whirlpool of thoughts.
"Can I talk to you?" she says, her eyes sending my dad a message. A message she thinks I don't already know.
My father glances at me and as our eyes meet, he nods in understanding.
"I think whatever needs to be said, can be said here."
My father has been my rock for most of my life, and I know the last few months have been hell for him. Me as well.
"Well," she clears her throat and sits in front of my father, at the left side of my hospital bed, her kind eyes scanning the clipboard in front of her. Even if she didn't say it in front of me, I already know what she wants to say.
"As you know, Amber has morphysis blood cancer. And as you also know, the name is gotten from the word morph, which means it changes. And her condition can change drastically at any time. Well, at her last check-up, it said she was meant to have at least four more months from how it changed from 5 months. But now-"
