Chapter 8

I moved my fingers, trying to wake James, who was leaning by the bed.

He pressed down on my hand. It felt numb.

"You're awake? How do you feel? You went into shock, you know?"

I was already in shock. How would I know?

But was this person really James?

His beard was growing and his eyes were red.

He was nothing like the aloof, refined, and composed James I knew.

I wanted to speak, but I had no strength left.

In the end, I gave up and just lay there.

I let the doctors and James fuss over me.

It turned out I had been asleep for four days.

James had stayed by my side for four days.

In the afternoon, the doctor removed my respirator.

I could finally speak.

"How long did the doctor say I have left?" I knew I didn’t have much time left.

James paused in feeding me oat porridge, and after a while, he said, "Six months... maybe less."

I showed a relieved smile.

Great, I could see Grandpa again.

"Lung cancer?" Though it was a question, I was s