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PROLOGUE ;
BEEP

TW ; BEING HOSPITALISED, DEATH, ANGST (IT'LL GET BETTER I SWEAR)

TW ; BEING HOSPITALISED, DEATH, ANGST (IT'LL GET BETTER I SWEAR)

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EVERYTHING felt heavy.

Perhaps it was because the early hours of the morning were weighing me down or the looming reality of what was really happening.

Man, why does the beeping have to be so loud?

The beeping drove me up the wall sometimes; not only was the constant ring in my ears annoying, but it was a reminder of my own mortality and how everything could be snatched from, well, anyone.

The amount of visits I got from both medical staff and family members started to increase steadily.

They seemed to take me for an idiot, as if I had no idea what was happening to me.

The look of guilt on my mother's face always made my heart ache. Her never-ending tears and apologies for cursing me with such a frail and weak body that would eventually kill me

I never once blamed her or my father, as it was never their fault. They made me comfortable, took me on holidays before everything got so bad I couldn't walk, gave me my favourite foods, and gave me all the love I could ask for.

I adore them.

My dazed mind was an indicator of what was taking place. The inability to open my eyes, the presence of multiple people around my bed, the gentle pressure on my hand, the muffled sobs

The slowed beeping.

Geez, this is such a boring way to go. Why couldn't I have fallen out of a plane or something? shot out of a Canon?

I would've laughed if I had the strength to do so.

I should become a comedian in my next life...

The beeping had finally stopped.

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I sobbed watching AIB 😞😞😞😞

(Italics means thoughts!)

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