Goodbyes aren’t always the end

The next morning, I woke up with the same pain that was now familiar but it hurt more. it felt harder to talk, to come up to words, my head was banging and I wanted it all to end, the pain, me. it was too much to handle. My radiotherapy was set for four and my drugs weren't helping to make me feel better. My head still hurt after taking two dosages of the pills. I stopped not wanting to overdose, although I already did. I was up before Mom, Dad, and Min and I couldn't sleep back although it was four am. I got out of bed and tried to come down from the bed. I lost my balance and before I fell, Min caught me. I smiled at him and fainted.

When I woke up it was already afternoon and my radiotherapy session had been moved to the next day. I groaned when I found out. Can I get over the whole process already? It was starting to annoy me.

"Are you alright?" Min asked and I nodded.

"My head hurts a little, it must have caused me to lose my balance," I explained to Min and he nodded. He touch