Sixth Color

I woke up in my bed, not in my car with Pallas next to me.

It's been a week since then but it felt like it was yesterday.

Suddenly my heart started to hurt, I was having trouble breathing, and started to sweat profusely.

I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed the emergency number.

Before I could even say anything, I had passed out.

Hoping the ambulance would come here and I wouldn't die without anyone knowing.

When I woke up, there were things attached to my body, and a doctor was right next to me.

"Can you hear me?" asked the doctor.

I could only nod my head, trying to talk was a bit hard.

"You don't need to talk, how many fingers am I holding up? Blink to signal how many fingers." said the doctor.

I blinked twice in reply and the doctor took a few notes.

"Do you have anyone to contact?" asked the doctor.

I thought of Pallas but I didn't want her to know my condition yet.

Shaking my head in response.

"I see, I'll be right back." said the doctor.

I was alone in the room with the beeping noise coming from the doctor.

This was my first time passing out, staring at the white ceiling.

I was slowly dying, slowly but surely.

The doctor came back in who knows how long.

"You already know the disease and what it does correct?' asked the doctor.

I nodded my head in reply.

"The eating in your cells has increased and unless we find a cure, we estimate you have a month to live." said the doctor.

I only stared at him in reply.

"I'll give you some alone time." said the doctor.

A month to live, a month left with Pallas, a month left to discover more colors.

I wonder how would Pallas or my parents react when I pass away.

Would they come to my funeral?

KNOCK KNOCK!

Then someone suddenly came in.

"Athena." said Mark.

Mark was a doctor the doctor who has looked over my disease every since I developed it. He was sort of like a guardian for me.

I nodded my head in response.

"We're going to find a cure for you, I promise you." said Mark.

I smiled in reply and nodded.

Though a deep inside my heart, a battle was happening.

To wish for death or to wish for life, I couldn't decide.

Before Mark could say anything else, my eyes started closing and I drifted to sleep.

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I was woken up by a doctor, opening my eyes.

It was a woman with black hair and glasses who had a tray with food on it.

"After you eat this, you can get discharged. But make sure to come for daily checkups every one to two days." said the doctor.

"Can you lift your arms?"

I shook my head.

"I'll feed you."

I hesitated for a moment, it was embarrassing for an adult to feed a child.

"No need to feel embarrassed, you can't lift you arms anyways." said the doctor as if she was reading my mind.

I opened my mouth as she fed me, the food was good, and strangely this felt somewhat nostalgic but I shrugged it off.

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Soon enough, I was already at my apartment.

It was pretty dark out but I was not tired at all.

Getting in my bed, I checked my phone.

There were several messages and missed calls from Pallas but I decided to check it later.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep from the fatigue of the medicine.

The sound of the alarm echoed through my room and the sunlight hit my face.

Did I sleep on the wrong side of the bed?

I got up and realized I did.

Before I left to go to school, I took some medicine with some fatigue reducing pills.

The doctor said it would stabilize and slow down the effects of the cell eating.

When I arrived at school, I was greeted by an angry Pallas.

Oh dear...

"Where were you? Why didn't you answer my calls and my messages?" asked the pouting Pallas.

"Sorry, I had to get new tires because of all the drifting I did and I forgot my phone." I replied.

Hopefully this excuse would work.

"Oh, alright." said Pallas

Her angry mood was now gone.

RING!

"Let's get to class!~" said Pallas in a cheerful tone.

The strange feeling appeared in my stomach again and it wasn't because of the illness.