CLYVE

“JUST TELL me already if I’m dying or not. That’s all I wanted to know, doc. Trust me, I can handle it,” Keene said, trying his best to be calm, but I didn’t miss the slight trembling of his voice and the pain in his eyes as he looked at the old doctor.

The wrinkles on the Pulmonologist’s forehead deepened. “I’m sorry, Keene—”

At that exact moment, Keene gasped and his body stiffened. I thought my eyes were tricking me as I watched his face became paler and yellowish.

I couldn’t anymore watch this—how he sagged to the chair across his doctor. Westley hugged her best friend tightly, saying...