100 Days To Live

A/N: Welcome to this captivating book, where you'll embark on a flawless literary journey, expertly blending the perspectives of first and third person pov, ensuring an enjoyable read free from any confusion. Enjoy!

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The sterile hospital room felt suffocating as I sat on the edge of the uncomfortable plastic chair, my hands trembling in my lap. The air was heavy with anticipation, every passing second echoing with the impending news that would shatter my world. Dr. Harrison, a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a weary smile, entered the room, clutching a clipboard tightly against his chest. My heart pounded in my ears as he took a seat across from me.

"Theia," he began gently, his voice laced with a sense of somberness, "I'm afraid I have some difficult news to share with you." I braced myself, knowing that whatever he was about to say would alter the course of my life forever.

He paused briefly, searching for the right words, before continuing, "Your grandmother, Mrs. Evelyn Thompson, has been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Based on our assessments, she has approximately 100 days left to live."

The words hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with an intensity that left me breathless. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the devastating reality before me. It couldn't be true. My grandmother, the only family I had left, was slipping away from me, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.

"But... but there must be something you can do," I pleaded desperately, my voice cracking with raw emotion. "Please, Doctor, there has to be a way to save her. I can't bear the thought of losing her too."

Dr. Harrison's expression grew softer, empathy radiating from his eyes. "I understand your pain, Theia, but I'm afraid this illness has progressed to a stage where treatment options are limited. We'll do everything we can to keep her comfortable, but we cannot reverse the course of her condition."

A hollow ache settled in my chest, intertwining with the tendrils of grief that consumed me. The realization hit me like a cruel blow - I was about to lose the last link to my past, the person who had loved and cared for me unconditionally. How could I face a future without her guiding presence, her sage advice, and her warm embrace?

As the doctor's words sank in, a suffocating sense of helplessness enveloped me. The weight of the world pressed down on my shoulders, threatening to crush me beneath its burden. The thought of being alone in this vast, unforgiving world left me trembling with fear. Who would I turn to in times of need? Who would I share my joys and sorrows with?

With a heavy heart, I rose from the chair, my legs feeling weak beneath me. The room seemed to spin as I stumbled towards the door, the reality of my newfound solitude crashing down upon me. The future lay before me, uncertain and daunting, as I grappled with the impending loss of my beloved grandmother.

As I stepped into the corridor, tears streamed down my face, my sobs echoing through the sterile halls. How would I cope if she was gone? How would I find the strength to carry on? The questions gnawed at my mind, propelling me towards a precipice of despair.

The nurses passed by murmuring and whispering something to themselves and I could feel their hard gaze on me but that didn't matter now. All that matters now was that I would soon be alone in this wicked world.

Who was going to run grandma's business now?

Anger and fear consumed me to the extent I hastily went to meet my grandma who was waiting patiently for me in the waiting room. She was all smiles when she saw me. I couldn't help but pity her, but I had to console my spirit. I wiped the tears off my face and faked a smile as if nothing happened.

"Theia, dear. What did the doctor say about the test? Am I going to be alright?" Grandma asked with a smile on her face. I could feel curiosity hidden in her smile.

I nodded my head in response to her question. "Yes, grandma, the doctor said you're going to be fine. Don't worry about anything, I gat you."

Grandma patted my hair with her smile never leaving her face. "I know you got my back, dear and I got yours too. Let me quickly go thank the doctor."

I processed her words in my head. What was she going to thank the doctor for?

"Grandma, let's go home. I have to take care of the cabbage store." At this time, that was the only excuse I could come up with.

"Theia!!" Grandma called my name with a tiring tone and I couldn't help but pity her the more. She let out a sigh of tiredness before succumbing to my will. "I'm tired, so relay my appreciation to him yourself. Let's go home."

My body and soul weren't at peace. I escorted grandma out of the hospital and hailed a taxi for her knowing fully well that she'll head home safely.

How can a young lady like me who has experienced the bittersweet experience of life cope after the death of my grandmother?

I didn't even mourn my parents' death because I had grandma all along. She cared for me even more than my parents did. Losing her now will be like the end of the world.

"This is so unfair! Life is so unfair!" I muttered inwardly. Tears subconsciously fell from my cheek. I know lying to her wouldn't do any good but making her worry now wouldn't do any good either.

"I'll just have to work hard to make her last days memorable," I said to myself, wiped off the tears from my face, and walked away from the hospital to the cabbage store.

My mind was completely occupied with the thoughts of how I'll be able to make my grandma live, unaware of the stalker taking secret pictures of me.