We were reckless.
How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs?
We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin.
And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
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I sat determinedly in front of the doctor. "How many days do I have left?" I asked the dreaded question.
The doctor analyzed the computer screen. "The tumor has seemed to pause its progression for a bit," he said as he took in the images on the screen.
I didn't dare look.
I already knew what was on the screen.
Scans, X-rays, and even some MIT scans to ensure my brain was not failing me.
"I'm on Day 16 right now," I said, trying to keep the strong demeanor I had at the moment. "But you said I'd lost eight days. I want to know. Which is correct?"
The doctor finally exited the screen and looked at me. "In all honesty, miss, with this tumor having such inconsistent growing spurts and damage, you could die at any moment."
