Novel & Cerita Six Months To Live

“You’ve been fainting a lot lately.” Ivy’s worried voice interrupted my thoughts. “Are you okay?” I forced a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “I’m sick.” I hesitated. The words caught in my throat. Finally… “I have an inoperable brain tumor.” I watched every bit of color disappear from her face. “What?” Her voice barely came out. “Is it serious?” I nodded. “I only have six months left.” The silence that followed felt suffocating. “That serious?” She stared at me in complete disbelief.

Lucas Morandi and I ran the biggest arms-smuggling network in Sicily. During one deal, we rescued a kidnapped barista named Chloe Bennett. That naive girl fell hopelessly in love with Lucas. She'd wait outside our villa with Italian pastries she'd baked herself. She'd hang around outside the office with coffee she'd made just for him. Lucas always knocked the pastries and coffee into the mud, disgust written all over his face. "Enough with these cheap little gifts. This pathetic domestic fantasy makes me sick." Then, during a bloody raid by a rival family, Chloe's scream gave away our position. I took a sniper's bullet for Lucas and ended up in a deep coma. Lucas hated her for it. He chained

"The natural timeline." He didn't answer immediately. The chair creaked. I heard him stand, walk to the window, and I felt him looking at me even though I couldn't see his face from this angle. "The new facility handles end-of-life transitions," he said carefully. "Once care is reduced to comfort level and there's no family member pushing for aggressive intervention, the prognosis manages itself. Six months. Maybe less, depending on how she responds to the reduced support." Six months. He was standing five feet from me, talking about how long it would take me to die. His voice had the same even, practical tone he used when he discussed project timelines at the firm. No hesitation. No tremor.

So it was cancer. “How long do I have, doctor?” I asked shakily, rubbing my pale hands over each other. “How long till this… cancer takes my life?” “Give or take, Mrs Stone, you have less than six months to live.” He responded and my heart sank into my stomach. “But… I'm with a child. It hasn't even been four weeks. How will I give birth to her if I won't even make it to nine months?” I questioned, my eyes watering with tears and he let out a defeated sigh.

“I’m sick!” Old Master Shaw frowned. “You are sick!” Goldie nodded. “I have less than 20 years to live! But I don’t want to die. I haven’t climbed mountains or waded through rivers, I haven’t travelled the world, I haven’t been in a relationship, I haven’t…There are so many things I haven’t accomplished yet, but my doctor told me I have at most 12 years left to live. 12 years is enough for me, but if I get an abortion, I might not survive the operation.” Goldie looked at him pitifully.

As I scanned the words, my vision swam, and tears blurred the words, but I knew what they said. A wail of grief escaped me. I crumpled the page, wishing for it to change. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe. Life Expectancy: Five years maximum, likely 1-2 years.

I giggled. “You people are stupid,” Six huffed before leaving us. “He’ll come around with you. Be patient. The fact that he’s introduced you to me means a lot,” Five suddenly said with a serious tone. “Have you seriously never met anyone else in his life?” I asked. He shook his head. Six is an extremely private person, and despite the fact that he has been my best friend for twelve years, even I've been privy to certain information about him during those years. I was stunned. "I thought Cash was his best friend." He explained, "Cash is his best friend out there, but not like I am. I know the real Six." "Including his real name?" I asked. " Including his real name," he confirmed. "And I take

"It's just one hand. Also, the doctor told me that I wouldn't make it past six months, but it has been more than six months since then. We'll have hope as long as we're still alive." Everly replied, "Yes, we'll only have hope when we're alive. Even if someone has to die, it'll be those jerks!" Olivia smiled. "That's more like it. I have good news and bad news for you. Which would you like to hear first?"

“She will wake, but she has ignored the presence of the disease for so long that she doesn’t have much time left.” “How much longer?” He drew a deep breath and said, “I can’t be sure, but not more than six months.”

He dropped the bombshell. I could vividly recall how stunned I was that for 10 minutes I sat there on the chair speechless while my life kept flashing before me. I wanted to break down in tears, however, I had to compose myself, " How many days do I have to live?" I asked after bracing myself up to take whatever blow would come my way. "You have less than three months to live. Use it to create the best memories with your family and friends." The doctor advised, yet, it was too late. Everything became colourless at that moment, I stood up slowly and left the hospital never looking back.