It was pouring heavily that evening when I woke from my nearly five hour sleep. I made to jump out of bed like every normal person would, but I was reminded by my body once again, that I was not. I am a terminally ill patient who has been living or rather, dying with leukaemia for the past two years. I'd been holding on just fine until the past year when I had to, unlike before, be admitted to the hospital for days or weeks, and in worse case scenario, a month. I slowly sat up in bed, hugging my knees momentarily unaware of the others in the room whose eyes were fixed on me. When I did realize, they all looked away and were acting all fidgety. I turned to Maureen, the girl whose bed was close to mine by the left. "What's with the atmosphere?" I askedShe looked like she was about to breakdown any minute and she kept quiet for some time before she nodded her head towards the opposite side of the room. I followed her gaze. There were seven beds at the other side which were directly
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