...I think we need to discuss treatment plans Myka

In my line of work I always imagined that I would go out "guns blazing" as Pete would say, not rotting away in some hospital bed. I never imagined such a mundane thing like cancer would be my downfall. Pete and I said that we would go out together. This was not in our plans. Not him and my "family" sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair waiting for me to die. Except the one person I desperately wanted to be there. Helena. She was off playing Barbie not even knowing I was sick.

You can't blame her though. It's not like I told her. I tried, but her promises of coffee had never pulled through on her end and the world surprisingly didn't need saving. It was as if fate were keeping us apart and I just let it happened. I let the effulgence of death stray me away from what really mattered.

This has led me to where I am now. Laying in a hospital bed in an itchy gown and my hair falling away from the chemo. I was the ghost of who I was not even a short 2 months ago. So much had change, but at the same time nothing did. Everyone was still bagging artifacts; the only difference being is that I wasn't there to help. My life was changed forever, but everyone else was moving on. They have to though. Because if they lose it I will lose my fake comradery.

My only regret was never telling Helena how I felt. Now I might not ever get the chance to. I mean she only said maybe.