The hospital diagnosed Finn with late-stage pancreatic cancer. It was incurable, and only death awaited him. Claudia called me, begging, “I know I was wrong before, but Finn has realized his mistakes now. He doesn’t have much time left, and his only wish is to see you once more.”When I arrived at the hospital to see Finn, who once stood high and mighty, the man had now grown so thin that he was almost unrecognizable. His face was sunken and his cheekbones protruding, leaving no trace of the handsome man that he used to be. He was staring blankly at the ceiling until he heard my voice. He then turned toward me. The moment he saw me, a spark flickered in his gaze.Right after, though, he glanced at his own shriveled body and gave a self-deprecating smile. He was tugging the blanket higher over himself, not wanting to witness him in such an embarrassing state.“Annalise, thank you for still being willing to come see me. I must look terrible now, don’t I?“I honestly regret it.
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