365 Days Left: Getting the bad news
"AML"
"…AML?"
"Acute Myeloid Leukemia."
"..and what exactly does that mean…?"
"It means you're sick, Kise."
"H-how sick though….I-I don't get it. I'll get better right? How did I even get it?"
"It's not something that we really can answer. AML isn't something that you can just catch. It's causes are unknown, and even though there is a cure, I'm afraid..even if you did go through treatment…the treatment won't work..and will just make you sicker and bed ridden."
"…What's going to happen to me?"
"You're going to die…"
"H-how long…?"
"A year…give or take..if you get treatment, it could work and you'll live another forty plus years, or it could make you sick and you'll be luck to see the end of the month."
Kise looked up at his doctor and smiled lightly. "Thank you for your help. I'm glad I finally know what's been wrong with me."
Without another word, Kise rose and left the hospital room. Tears starting to cloud his vision, and once Kise was out of the hospital, he ran home as fast as he could; not stopping for anything. He quickly opened the door and slammed it closed before sliding down to the floor and crying harder.
He was dying. He was going to die in the next year without treatment. He could die within the next few months with treatment.
What was he suppose to do?