The Incident in December 20

10- December 14, 2027

     My check up is today.

     I went in alone, my auntie wasn't with me. The doctor who checked me up last time was there too. I wanted to ask things. So many things like, how many days more till I die? Can I drink a medicine that will cure me? Can I do something to eradicate this? Is there a slight chance? Those questions, racing, wanted to be raised. But, I was scared to ask, I was sacred to know the answer.

     The doctor went in, holding pieces of paper and a box, I suppose it is. She was standing there. Her eyes looking weary, ready to tell the miserable news that beholds me. I'm ready for anything. Ready to know the bad news because I have accepted this situation in me a long time already. It's like I have a power that could change my current condition.

     I was sitting down quietly. Like an elementary student. I was motionless. Nothing in my mind from the moment she entered. I was wondering, muttering words. Those things that I want to know right now. I am muttering them actually, with a very low voice.

     "Umm, I'll be sitting down," she said. Of course she can sit down! Who am I, the supervisor of this hospital? What an idiot, I thought. I was harsh. I really need to. But I didn't bother to tell her.

     "These are the results of your examinations a while ago," she said again.

     I read it. A sad expression engraved in my face. Nearly a week to live. How impossible. No, I need to live longer. I need to live longer so that I will see everybody everyday. To see auntie everyday. To see Dominicia everyday. To see Nicholas everyday.

     "These are the final results? Are you sure about this?"

     "Yes, I am actually telling facts here miss, believe me but that is everything. You can have this maintenance medicine to help you ensure the pain you will be feeling for this coming last days."

     No, I won't die easily. It's not good. I won't accept it just like this.

     "But-"

     "I'm sorry, this is final."

     "No! It's not true. I'm not dying easily! I need all the doctors here! I don't need you!" I said those harsh words. I was desperate to live longer.

     "I am really sorry."

     "No, I am still young.."

     "This virus has evolved. Please, drink this. Filfamore, this is called Filfamore. It'll help you. You would not feel pain if you drink this every morning and night after you eat."

     "I don't need that stupid meds! I don't need that! Throw that away!" I shouted. Tears started to roll down my cheeks. I took the bottle and broke it to a million pieces. The fluid started to evaporate.

     "Madam!"

     "I don't need this! If I'm dying, I'm dying with pain! I don't need this stupid Filfamore! I don't need anything!" I was beginning to be spoiled.

     "But you'll feel pain. Ma-"

     "Here is the money, but I'm sorry, I'm going now.," I feel sorry. Shouting at her, that was mean of me. I'm sorry. I slammed the door and left the hospital building. Tears still rolling down my cheeks.

     I'm so stupid. I'm so hopeless. I can't die helpless..., I mumbled.

     Was it going to end like this. Was it? Mom, help me. Every tear is my every sorrow. What am I going to do?

     How will I say this to everybody else? Especially to auntie, to Nicholas, to Dominicia, to Aaron. How? My body, begins to crumble. It feels like I want to vomit. There was no nearby restroom. I was already outside. I can feel it rushing, it tasted like blood. It hurts, so much. I can't help it anymore. Blood, it's at the tip of my mouth. Then little while longer...

     People where looking worried at me, then a guy approached me. That same guy, that same smile, that same scent.

     I can only utter nothing. Nothing but his name, "Aaron, help.."

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