There were good days, there were bad days and there were worst days. Today was one of those worst days.
Apparently, my genes are already disintegrating gradually, it will only be a matter of days till I finally become dust.
Doctor Tucker said I actually had two weeks to live, but I've lived longer than that because John found a drug which he injects into my system daily to contain the poison.
Today I felt like crap. The burning feeling was back again. The death grip felt tighter. I felt like I could here every animal talking in the whole universe . My brain was crowded. Death right now would be a very welcoming option.
Carlo was by my side rubbing my hand slowly, he looked like he was holding back tears. John was running around trying to get the drug to inject into me. We only just discovered this morning that we ran out.
The drive to the place of supply was really far since we were staying in a very secluded area. So till he returns, I am stuck with this pain.