Are you there, Noah? I am here.
I'm here too.
Noah Boucher is video calling you.
"Why did you pick up so late?" Noah asked.
"I was nervous. I--"
Noah looked horrible. I mean, not his looks, no. There were pipes running from everywhere to everywhere. Tubes, actually. He was lying on a white hospital bed. His head was bald, his white uniform made him look weak. His bright blue eyes were the only lively thing. He looked like a zombie, pale, and lifeless.
"That is why I didn't want you to see me."
"It's okay." I whispered back.
"My family left me because I have leukaemia. Fourth stage, and the final one. I.." he paused and caught up with his breath, "don't have much time, Alia."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I didn't want you to sympathise."
"I'll empathise." I smiled at him.
"You are the reason I'm not dead yet. I never thought that internet would help me survive." He whispered.
"I'll always be here. Keep talking to me."
"Thank you."
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