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I was scared. It was just like before. I was going to die. The doctors and surgeons looked worried. I could barely speak. Then had tubes coming out of my body and my lungs were closing up slowly.
My brain was going haywire. I didn't want to die. There was so much I had to do with my life. One of the doctors came over and sat beside me.
"You're going to get through this," she whispered to me. "Who do you want?"
Only one person was allowed in here at a time. Apart from my parents. They have been with me 24/7. Five days ago my lungs collapsed and I was immediately sent to hospital. I had slept for four days and I'm now under operation because my lungs are closing up.
If I was going to die I wanted to see one more person.
"Tony," I croaked.
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Still I Try
Short StoryA lung is like a machine. Eventually machines break down. A cigarette is a killing machine. It kills the machine. "She had lung cancer the whole time." > #Wattys2015 Book One ~ Lung Cancer
