5 years ago I got a lung transplant. It a bitter sweet moment, knowing that I would have a few more years to live but I had to sacrifice the one thing I had left.
Will.
I don't like thinking about it, although my brain seems to like to like to torture me, bring him to my thoughts constantly. I mean, it's been 5 years, he's probably moved on, found himself someone else while living his life.
Those are the thought's I get on a good day.
Bad days consist of me having that dreaded thought that Will hadn't made it this far, he was in a pretty bad state the last time I saw him, having failed yet another trial. I also knew that he wanted that to be his last trial, after turning 18 he wanted to travel and live before he died. That thought would often lead to memories of the birthday party I threw him in the food hall, and what happened just a few hours later-
Then the worst thing that happened a few hours after that-
I would force my brain to stop thinking about it at that point and focus on something else, like homework.
I was in my third year of college, studying to be a scientist. Cheesy I know but I want to find a cure for CF and other terminal illnesses so that others don't have to go through what I did. So that everyone can have the chance to have true love.
Because surely everyone deserves that? The chance to be loved.
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FanfictionIt's been 5 years since Stella got her lungs and Will left the hospital. We all remember that part. Including Stella, especially now shes back at St Graces after her new lungs gave up on her. The halls, the people, it's all the same. Except it's not...
