Terminal Illness Countdown Novels & Stories

"It's impossible to be exact. A few months. Six at the outside if we can control the complications sufficiently. But with the deterioration rate we are observing… I would be doing you an injustice if I didn't prepare you for the possibility that it may turn out to be sooner. He may not even make it through the year." May not live out the year. The words echoed in the silent, book-lined room. They were not a prediction; they were a sentence of death. The clock, which had been a distant, academic ticking in the back of his mind, was now a deafening countdown booming in his ears.

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."

"Madam Herlinda didn't want to tell you, but she is facing a terminal illness. She has cancer, Sir! In its advanced stage. It's very serious!" Sebastian's body slumped, his eyes wide but empty, as if blankly staring into the distance. He lost the ability to breathe, unable to draw even the slightest bit of air into his nose and lungs. Tera reached out for Sebastian's hand, holding it and touching him, bringing him back from the trance that had engulfed him. "Hey, what happened?" Tera asked. "Yes, what happened to Granny, Dad?" Sebastian didn't take his eyes off Tera, but he moved to embrace and hug his beloved daughter.

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.