Final Breath

Prologue

'You nervous, Ty?'
Dad sits next to me in the waiting room of my neurology appointment, and I can tell he's the one that's nervous, if not scared. His legs are bouncing uncontrollably, and I can literally see the droplets of sweat running down his shaking hands. His entire face and neck are more red than the shirt he has on. His eyes are also red, and full of tears.
I, on the flip side, hold no emotion whatsoever. I'm sitting calmly in my chair with my legs crossed, mentally counting down the minutes until I can go back home.
'It's going to be what it's going to be,' I simply reply to Dad's question and yawn randomly before reaching in the pocket of my hoodie to make sure my phone was on silent.
Long story short, I was nine years old when doctors found a tumor on my brain. The surgery went well, and everything was okay, at least until the same thing kept happening for the next eight years consecutively.
Now I'm seventeen, and I honestly don't care what the outcome of my situation is. If I'm going to die, as much as that would suck, there isn't much Dad, or anyone else can really do about it.
Dad immediately takes my hand and bows his head, going into prayer. While I listen, I secretly pray the opposite prayer. I'm ready to go, if that's what God is really trying to tell me. If it's my time, then it's just my time.