At a young age of eighteen, New was living the life of a teenage boy diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. With his life hanging by a thread, he realized that it was too short to be spent on memories that will only result in melancholy, and so he chose...
The last memory I had before losing my own consciousness was the store doors opening and a group of nurses making their way towards me and Tawan. When I woke up, I was already in a hospital room and nobody was there except of course, me.
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The room was illuminated fair enough for my eyes to quickly adjust, and it did not took me long enough to figure that I was sharing the room with nobody else. I tried to move and stand out of the bed, but my body immediately shut off and I fell right into the thin mattress before I my feet could even touch the ground. Luckily I had no sign of being stitched anywhere, so I felt relieved that I did not sustain any serious injury from what had happened.
Tawan.
I remembered how he struggled to fight Aj and his crew just to keep me out of trouble. The images of his severely injured face flashed through my mind as I remained on the mattress, his words replaying on my mind like a broken melody as I stared into nothingness.
"Don't wor\ry, I won't let him hurt you."
Who would have known that a place as beautiful as Doi Inthanon, a destination visited by many to create wonderful memories to relive in the future, would be a horrific venue where I witnessed the man I love suffer and get beaten to a pulp? It was only a few moments from when we shared a scrumptious meal as we looked at the breathtaking view of the mountains when the incident happened. In an instant, my memory of the retreat that started off sweet became a distasteful nightmare that will pain me for a very long time.
I wanted to get out of the bed and find Tawan as my worry for him grew bigger by the minute, but my body was adamant with keeping me still. Also, there was a needle injected on my hand connected to a tube filled with a fluid I was not familiar with, so my movements were restricted to only within the bed. I groaned in frustration knowing how helpless I am in that state.
Then, just as I kicked the other end of the bed in anger, the door of the room swung open and there entered a doctor holding a piece of paper in his hand. He was old, a little over 50 years old I guessed. His head was bald on the middle, but the sides grew white strands giving the impression that he was really an old doctor. When our eyes met, he smiled at me and asked if I was already feeling better.
"It's great that you did not sustain any injuries from the incident. The one who came here with you and the others, they were pretty beaten up."
"Do you happen to know where they are now?"
"Your rooms are just right beside each other."
"Will it be okay for me to visit them?"
"Of course, but I have something I need to talk to you first."
He then handed me the piece of paper that he had when he entered. I looked at it and saw my name in printed letters, then saw a few more notes on the paper, the word 'pancreatic cancer' being one of them. I heard the doctor sigh as he sat on the other end of the bed and looked at me.
