"You only have at most five months left to live." The doctor flipped the paper on her clipboard. "Your only hope for survival or extended time is chemotherapy. It's not too late for you yet." She looked up, waiting for a response.
Amu looked down at her hands. It was the same thing every time. They always tried to convince her to take the chemotherapy. "No thanks."
The doctor, Amaya, sighed. "Honestly Amu, you should take this opportunity before it's too late. I don't get why you won't do it! Some people who are near the brink of deaths want this chemotherapy! And you won't even take it!" She shook her head. "What are we going to do with you, Amu?"
Amu just smiled. "I'm sorry. But I would rather live the rest of my life as I am now… I would be happy do die this way." She paused. "Besides, there's someone… and I don't want to have my hair falling out." She laughed lightly.
Amaya sighed. "Amu, this is your life we're talking about here! Don't laugh about it like it's nothing. How can you care about your hair at this point? Can you just let this chance slip by? Do you understand that-"
"That I'm going to die?" Amu smiled. "Yes, I get it." She closed her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like. Would it hurt when I'm about to leave?" She opened her eyes again and smiled at Amaya. "I know Momma is waiting for me up there. I just feel bad about leaving behind Papa and Ami…"
Amaya stared at Amu. That girl was really something. On the brink of death she was just thinking about how it would feel. And in the very end, she still cared about other people and still put them before her.
"Hey, have you watched The Bucket List?" Amu giggled. "I wanna do that." She smiled widely. "I should start making my own bucket list shouldn't I?"
Amaya shook her head. "Oh, Amu." She patted her on the head. "You wouldn't need a bucket list if you took the chemotherapy. Think about it okay?"
Amu smiled. "I will." She hopped off the chair and waved at Amaya before disappearing out the door.
"Jeez, that girl…"