Chapter 2
Minutes faded away and Jordan stopped trying to get me to snap out of it. She eventually left, leaving me to stare at my cieling and let my mind run rampid.
Her company lessened my worries, but now that she's gone, I can't stop thinking about the fact that I might have cancer. It's a ridiculous thought, all the other results suggested minor diagnosises, but this one is over the top.
I stretch my arms towards the sky and force myself to sit up. I decide to finish packing later. I need to take a walk.
As I attempt to stand, a wave of nausea hits me hard. I lean on my nightstand and try to balance on my feet, but I wobble.
I try to convince myself that I'm just weak from being in the same position for so long, but deep down I know it's something else.
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