Thirty Days

Thirty days to say goodbye... |Option two of the NaNoWriMo competition!|


14. Seventeen



I wake up completely exhausted

Getting back home late hadn't done much good except taking a late dose of medicine, so now I felt drugged and sleepy. All I wanted to do was to roll over and go back to bed. 

But somehow I doubted that, what with my mother standing right in front of me, tapping her foot loudly on my wooden floor.

"You have an appointment in thirty minutes. Let's go."

I groan, covering my face with my hands. "Mom..."

"Now." I feel articles of clothing land on the bed. "Get dressed. We leave soon."

A time later, I find myself in a different examination room. 

"Maria, my favorite patient." The doctor says. "How's it going?"

"As well as it can be, stuck in a wheelchair with impaired mobility, especially with the knowledge that by the end of the month, I'll be dead." I say, smiling.

"Good, good." The doctor says, clearly not hearing me. "We- well, I- just wanted to check up on you, make sure you're doing all right. Can you move your legs?"

"No." I say. "Well, I can, but it hurts a lot when I do. Same with my torso, on a regular basis."

Dr. Beard frowns. "I see," is all he says. "Well, I guess we'll have to get you a new prescription." He presses a button, and minutes later a nurse strolls in. 

"It'll be just a minutes," she promises cheerfully. I say silent as she rolls me out of the room.

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