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She was sick.

He was fine.

She had an illness.

He was fine.

They were in trouble.

He was broken.

She was fixed.

He was hurt mentally.

She was hurt physically.

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Tubes that press on my chest and nose, wires that connect my head and chest to machines, needles that are in my veins, pumping a cure, but my heart beat is to slow to spread it fast enough.

I have been here since I was four, I am 16 now. Doctors say I am lucky to be alive, but am I really.

I have never been to school because they thought I would die well before I even turned 12, so they thought there was no point and four year old me could not really argue.

All I do is eat, sleep, and use the bathroom. I am basically a baby.

I hear a knock at my door, but ignore it, usually it sounds like someone is at my door but it is really the next door rooms door.

"Wait you aren't Nicole?" An 18 or so year old boy says.

I shake my head no.

"Do you know where she is? She is in labor with my kid." He smiles with pride.

I point in the direction of the maternity clinic.

He leaves and I nap.

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I wake up in the morning to a knock at my door.

The medical crew walks in, pity clouding their eyes.

"Bonjour tout le monde." I say to the crew. 

"I am sorry to tell you your mother passed away, she payed for you to stay here for two more months." One nurse says in a professional voice.

The medical team does all their work, I cry inside my mind. She was the one who made it better.

I hear another knock on my door.

It opens to reveal the guy from yesterday.

He puts on a fake smile, "How are you?" He says politely.

"Bien"

"Wait do you speak Spanish or French?" He says, confused.

"Français" I say with a smile. "Comment ça va?"

"Fine, well actually that was why I am here." I nod for him to continue, I never get to talk to people anyways.

"My girlfriend told me the baby is not mine, so we broke up, so here I am." He says, mad.

I frown.

"So how long have you been in the hospital?" He asks.

"Douze années, deux plus mois."

"All I got was two and months, so you have been here for two months, wow that is a long time." He says, I try to force a smile.

"Well I have to go but thanks for the help....."

"Tayten." I say with a smile.

"Werrin," he softly shakes my hand.

Then he leaves

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I have one day left in the hospital, Werrin visits everyday. He knows how long I have been here now, but he does not know how long I have left, once they disconnect my tubes and wires I die.

"I am here!" Werrin says as he goes through the door, "Today I can only stay for a few minutes." He says with a frown. I frown back but know it will make it easier.

Today I will speak the first English words I have spoken since my dad died, "Werrin, today will be the last say you will see me." I say slowly.

"Are you cured?" He says excited.

"No, I am dying." I say, what he did next shocked me.

He kissed me.

My heart rate raised, at the moment I did not know it, but I was cured. But not all stories have a happy ending.

Doctors rush into the room as Werrin fell to the ground, and my heart rate was beyond repair.

Werrin got my disease, I got the cure but no one read what could happen, no one read the side affects, or maybe they did.

At least now we can be together, at least now I have my parents and sister. At least now I am happy. At least now I am dead.

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The End.