Livestream Rehab: My Ex Regrets It All
In the third year that I've been diagnosed with late-stage bone cancer, Xenia Jensen, the ex-girlfriend whom I have "abandoned" back then, barges into my rented apartment with the rest of her team that she leads as a police captain.
Every day, I have to rely on large amounts of morphine just so I can force myself to stand like a regular human being.
I can only twitch violently as I try to grab a pill bottle on the table, my skin completely riddled with needle marks. Xenia chuckles icily as she savors how pathetic I look.
"Oh? It's been seven years since we last met, and yet I never thought you'd stoop so low as to become a drug addict.
"Where did your gusto to get a better, richer girlfriend go? I can't believe you're willing to humiliate yourself just for some so-called medicine!"
As soon as Xenia's words fall, I point at the pill bottle with a trembling finger.
"Please, officer… Can you please give me my medicine?"
Xenia chortles in response. She picks up the bottle before walking toward the bathroom, soon flushing it down the toilet.
"You want your medicine? Go ask the peeps at the rehab for it! It seems both your heart and your body are rotten to the core after you left me for another woman!"
I'm in so much pain that I'm convulsing violently right now.
"Oh… Then… Am I going to die?"
I curl up on the floor, hoping to tide over the latest wave of pain by using the method my doctor has taught me.
But Xenia merely gazes at me coldly from the side. In fact, she starts recording me, saying that she wants to make me a living negative example.