Amber
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AMBER: a deadly disease.
When I got diagnosed with Amber it was too late, I couldn't recognise the symptoms early until I was dying.
Luckily my doctor reassured me it was curable even in its stages before death.
"The medications will be painful with adverse side effects. There is every possibility you may never recover to be like you once were Vee."
Anything to get better.
"You'll have to get infected with a new disease, this new one will combat the effect of the old one and cure you."
Anything.
What my doctor didn't tell me was that the second disease had no cure.
Now, Amber is back stronger than ever and my body is reacting negatively to 'Kwin', my organs are shutting down. I am on the verge of death and it won't take much time before one of them kills me. All I can do now is write my memories from the beginning until I fade away.
Amber is a cute guy called Davis and death to this disease would mean becoming his slave.
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