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Back in the hospital.
The awful smell of sterile, rubber, and antiseptic mingled with human sadness and tears filled my nose.
My mom had fallen asleep beside my bed, but woke up the moment I stirred.
She leaned forward earnestly. "Honey? Are you okay? Oh God, you had me so worried," she clasped my hands tightly.
"What happened?" I rasped.
"Your pancreas," my mother began haltingly. "It just acted up. The doctor said it was a normal... symptom."
My mother's eyes were glassy, but she was trying her hardest not to lose it in front of me.
I remembered hearing her sobbing in the nurse's arms outside my ward later.
"She's too young!" my mother wailed. "Why her? Why did it have to be her? She was such a healthy child! Why did the cancer choose her?"
Why.
Why.
Why.
I wanted to go home.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
