There you are, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed with the cold air crawling down your exposed back. The walls were white at one time but become worn to a a cream color. Your eyes fixated on the socks they made you wear, taking notice of how silly the boxed toed socks were. The only thing you can hear is the blood rushing to your ears making them beat as if there was a heart in each ear.
You become a little bit more relaxed and become aware of a slight high pitched continuous beeping noise that sounds like it’s a football length away, you begin to hear numerous feet scuffle around you; halfdead people who can’t bother to muster up the energy to pick up their feet. You finally come back to reality and it hits you. I have 4 months left to live.
How would you live your last days?