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                                           Sleep is for commoners.
                                            I do not do common.
                             So, when Stella called me up telling me it was Will's birthday and begged for the incrediblé chef to prepare and I quote 'any substance that is consumable to human beings'. I HAD to accept the offer.
                             Being a guy with a disease that traps him into a hospital till he inevitably dies seeing so many people who cared about each other together in a single room was refreshing.
                                    As usual everything I made was magnifiqué. One would never expect anything less. But I was still the first one getting my behind outta there and into my room when Barbara found us.
                              Now, lying on my bed reminiscing the night. Stella's words echoed in my mind. " I stretched my arm towards the bed-side table grabbing my phone.

Keeping my phone back a feeling of uneasiness washed over me

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Keeping my phone back a feeling of uneasiness washed over me. I choked. My throat was filling up. I couldn't breathe even with the supplied oxygen keeping me alive. An inexplicable pain furiously biting into every part of my body distracted me from trying to heave away the agonizing urge for air. Shakily I willed all my power to press the emergency button. My body trashed around becoming the very definition of desperation reaching out only to grasp nothing.

                                      The sound of Julie speaking through the static machine filled the room. I opened my mouth to say something-
Anything.

                                      All that came was the breathful wheeze I let out, my whole body convulsing. The pain restricting me from doing anything.

                                      Squeezing my eyes shut through the excruciating feeling, a black haze began to consume the corners of my vision. Soon enough my eyes were blinded completely. I could comprehend a feeling of being diminished. A shot of serenity whirled through me, pulling myself to the dark.

                                       Every moment, every word, every feeling rushed through until it didn't. An untainted ivory engulfing me. I was gone. So easily. With nothing left.
Until -
                                      My senses recaptured. Without warning I was able to feel... A sudden awareness of something being pressed to my mouth made me start breathing rapidly allowing icy cold air to take into me

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