It started on the last three days of summer vacation. I noticed that I was going a bit slow that fine afternoon at Yellowstone National Park but I paid no attention to it. The next night after everybody was in there own tents I woke up with a pain on the right side of my chest. The next day we packed out gear and went back home. I didn't want to tell anybody about the two past incidents because I did not want my mom worrying about me. So I continued throughout the school year but I didn't make it very far.
After a month I switched from P.E. to study hall because I couldn't run fast enough, and when I could it was only for a few seconds. Soon after I started having my chest pains all the time. My mom started noticing that I was going a little bit slow and she asked me if anything was wrong. I lied and said I was fine but that night I woke up screaming with blood running down my nose. My parents rushed me to the hospital and in a few hours the doctors had finished the required tests and then he had a word with my parents. After a long time my parents came to me and I never expected what I was going to here next.
The doctor said that there was an unknown disease living in my chest and I had to stay in the hospital. Later I overheard him saying that according to his studies I only had two weeks of life left unless my parents let the doctors take all the tests they needed and even then they weren't sure I would live for long. My parents signed a contract that gave the doctor all the liberty to do tests on me but when they went into my room I was long gone.
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My Last Two Weeks
Short StoryPaul Doner has had a great life until he entered 8th grade when the doctors diagnose him with an un curable disease. He escapes the hospital and lives the best two weeks of his life he has left.
