Terminal Illness Countdown Novels & Stories

Sofia probed, and the doctor nodded sadly. “Due to the delay in administering treatment, the condition has already become terminal.” “What are you saying, doctor?” Sofia asked, her voice faltering. “In a couple of days, Ryan Barnes will no longer be with us.”

“I'm terminally ill, Hayes. I have Aplastic Anemia and those pills you saw me take were just my medications." “I'm dying, Hayes."

He looked more like a human now. Rachel asked, “Dr. Jenkins, is my father not doing very well recently?” Although Jim was able to talk and walk, she knew about the notion of terminal lucidity, which occurred to people right before they passed away. That was what she was most worried about. Xavier sighed. Rachel knew her guess was right even before he spoke. Jim didn’t have many days left. Rachel took a deep breath; she wrung her hands tight, bracing herself before following up with another question.

"One day at a time," Edmund said. "One breath at a time. You don't think about the whole weight of it. You just focus on the next moment. The next step. The next sunrise." She leaned against the stall rail. Felt tears burning her eyes. "I'm dying," she said. The words came out broken. Raw. "My blood is becoming lethal. In four weeks, I'm going to be too dangerous to be near. And there's no antidote. There's no solution. There's just....a countdown I can't stop."

Annie sighed, “Actually, he told me about his medical condition. He didn't want you to know it so I couldn't tell you, I'm sorry.” I have a headache now. I was feeling confused enough and it seemed Annie was only about to add to it. I had to hear her out first. “Tell me. What is his medical condition?” I asked her carefully. “He has terminal cancer. From what I heard, it is in its last stage. He was told he had six months to live and the thing is, he has exhausted those six months which means…” Annie explained calmly. “That means he could die at any moment!” I interrupted.

“Doctor, please where is my mom? How is she doing? I got your phone call? is everything alright? Where is she now?” All of those questions came sporadically and the doctor had to hold Salsa firmly on the shoulders to calm her down. She managed to join the doctor in his office after the doctor pleaded with her, “Her cancer has deteriorated to its terminal stage, Salsa,” the doctor intoned , his grinned face shooting at Salsa from across the table. “We are gradually losing her and if nothing is done in 72 hours , I am afraid we may lose her.” Salsa was left gaping and staring at the doctor’s gloomy face, although a harsh voice broke into her heart and reminded her it was a lost cause, yet she

Suddenly, Keagan returned and this time, two nurses and a doctor were with him. "Ladies and gentlemen," the balding man began, wrinkled face etched with a look of profound sympathy. "Despite our best efforts, Miss Reynolds' condition has deteriorated significantly, and there’s no longer any hope for recovery. As you all know, we’ve exhausted all possible medical interventions. The decision has been made to withdraw life support. I understand that this is incredibly painful and I want to assure you that we share your sorrow. To allow you to say your goodbyes, we will provide each of you with five minutes to spend with Miss Reynolds. After that, we will proceed with the necessary steps.…”

I thought, just to be sure, counting again. Wednesday, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Thursday, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Friday, 21:05: Beep. 1.2..3..120. Friday, 23:30: “Beep, hello 001. It's 23:50, the counting system will close in ten minutes, please complete the count from 1 to 120 if you want to continue”

I asked since that part is very important. "Well, that I don't know…." "Figures…" I replied. "Termination Game, that's what it was called, quite a gamble I could say. You'll receive a letter tonight at 8 p.m. stating the mission later, that's all I know for now, I hope you'll be able to stay alive a lot longer…" The little girl walked out and the food started to get a bit bland. I did wish for a development to happen, but that kind of development is too much even for me. There is a possibility that she is just spouting nonsense. That must be it.

“Michael… are you saying the Hive has killed people? Because they were… what? Old? Useless?” “As of 04:30 this morning, terminal retirement was administered to all residents aged sixty years and above,” he stated. The clinical term, terminal retirement, was more horrifying than any euphemism for murder. “The method was a synchronized, painless cardiac arrest induced via neural override through their XBands. Approximately 667,054 individuals in the Copenhagen municipality did not wake from their scheduled sleep cycle.”