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“No.” she shook her head. “That’s not happening. You are taking the medication.”

“No, I’m not. I already told the doctor and my specialist.”

“Without this medication, Maddison, you won’t last more than four mouths!” Her voice went up an octave as panic crept through her.

“Actually it’s two. Two months max, Dr. William told me. He said, considering my case, I would be lucky to survive the month.” My hands began to shake at my side and I quickly wrapped them around me, holding myself tightly. “Can we not talk about this anymore? Or at least can we argue about this in my room?”

She nodded her head quickly and I noticed the tears in her eyelids that she was trying to blink away. She glanced briefly at the room full of people, who were all staring at us.

“There you guys are!” Logan walked up behind our mom. He grinned at me, and, like always, my mom quickly spun around and walked away from us, heading back in the direction of my room.

Logan frowned at her retreating back and then arched an eyebrow at me. I just shook my head. Our mom was a tight woman when it came to emotions.

“Good luck with your nurse.” I looked sideways at Scott before walking to Logan. I noticed the look in Scott’s eyes as he nodded his head at me, a pitying smile.

Yep, there it was, the smile I got all the time. My eyes flicked to Dan’s for a moment. I couldn’t connect with them when I saw the anger in them. This face was tight, his jaw clenched and his eyes slightly darker than before. He was clearly angry.

Well I prefer anger to a pitying smile, even though his anger didn’t make sense.

I walked over to Logan and he quickly wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I curled into his side, and we walked together slowly. Logan supported my weight, like most of the time. He was a great brother. I don’t know what I would do without him.

“You feeling ok?” he whispered down to me and I nodded my head.

Truth was I felt fine one moment and then could barely move the next. Some days were better than others, and then some minutes were harder than others. But it was nearly over now.

I didn’t have much longer to go and I guess I should have been scared, but I wasn’t. I was sick of being sick. I was sick of new treatments, which only made me sicker, and I was sick of being weak.

I was never going to get better, and once I was told that again today, I knew I had to come to terms with the fact I was dying.

Sure, I knew it before the doctor told me for sure today. But hearing it such certain terms, well, it made me know I was never getting better. So I welcomed death because death took the pain and sadness from me.

But, at the same time, I felt robbed. I would never drive a car, get married. Hell, I haven’t even been on a date! I yawnedagain in Logan’s arms and I heard him say that we were nearly there.

My feet suddenly got heavier, and I felt like I was dragging myself. Though it was more like Logan dragging me. My eyes fluttered closed, as Logan helped put me back in my bed. A bed that I attempted to always run from, but always ended up back in.

Feeling the blankets being wrapped around me, I snuggled into my pillow and felt sleep taking me.

Another early soundless sleep awaited me, and I knew soon I would enter a sleep that I would not awake from.