#Chapter7

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. The sound rouse me from my deep sleep. I groan holding my head to stop the dizziness.

“My head.” I moan painfully. I open my eyes first noticing the hospital gown on me. Not again. I fall on my back holding my tears in. When will it ever stop? Then I heard voices outside my room.

“We thought wrong Mr. Whyte, recent scan says she won't survive longer as we thought.”

“What do you mean doctor?” Dad? He sighs deeply.

“She barely has months if not weeks to live. It keeps growing bigger and soon she won't be able to survive on just...