Olivia POVI stare at the doctor in silence, wondering if maybe he has the wrong file in hand, or maybe this is all some joke my mate, Alpha Herold, has put my doctor up to. I came in today for a check-up, a few common cold symptoms, but not this. I read his blank, cold expression, something dangerously serious about the diagnosis.“Can—Can you say that again?” I plead, assuming that I misheard his original verdict.“Six months, if you’re lucky,” he says, flipping through his clipboard of papers. “This pregnancy has accelerated your hepatocirrhosis, which will likely only leave you with less than half a year of life expectancy.”“I’m going to die in six months?” I repeat, trying to find the part that I may have missed.“If this goes untreated or the pregnancy is attempted to be carried to term, then yes.”“If I’m lucky?”He glances back down at his packet, nodding generously. “Yeah, if you’re lucky.”I haven’t been feeling well for the last few weeks, maybe even months, but I hadn’t h
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