The taxi stopped at a rather old building, looking like it would have survived the second world war if we had been in Europe. Even though it looked like the building was extremely old it didn't really look like it would collapse any time soon. It was still a stable building.

I wiped the blood away. Making sure that they would not be able to notice what happened. Preventing that my brother wouldn't be able to see that I coughed up blood again.

My diagnose hit me very hard. I felt weak, very weak when the doctor came into the room with the results. I was happy when I saw them, I wanted to know why I had collapsed like that. For a boss of a very important gang, this was not done.

Yet that happiness was short lived. The very moment that the man laid his eyes on me. I noticed the very look in the man's eyes.

I hate the very look that he gave me. The very pitiful look that he gave me. It told me that the news he was going to bring me was not something that would go over easily. But I assumed that it would only have to result in staying in the hospital longer.

That I would not be going home that day but that I would be just fine within a few days. The damn tube thing that they put against my nose was already annoying me and I did want it gone. But the nurses didn't want to do it. They didn't want to tell me why they did this, no explanation as to why.

The completely ignored me. As if I just was a number, they didn't ask my name or my opinion as to what they were doing to my body. They took over the control but never asked me if I agreed to any of this. I was very aware of everything around me.

'What are you doing to me? What is this thing for?' I asked, rather kindly for someone with my background and my status on the street. One of my members looked very odd at me when I tried this.

'What do you expect from me? It like this chained me to a bed and they do not explain anything to me. I don't know what all of this is for and no one is willing to explain to me. I know I am not the most pleasant patient to be around but still I have the right to know what they are doing.'

And yet the very moment that he walked in, I didn't know anything. I was alone there, lost as to what was happening and what would be happening to me.

Then the diagnoses came, the thing that nearly shattered my world at the time.

Terminal stage of lung cancer

….

The very diagnose was the only thing that I heard from what he said. Everything after that was a blur. I did see his mouth move but I didn't hear anything anymore.

I don't know why I was unable to get all the information that he was telling me. I just didn't. The diagnose was something that hadn't quite reached me.

I asked him to slow down but it didn't seem like there was anything at all coming from my mouth. My voice was mute. I could only watch him talk and ramble on.

When my brother arrived I told him the news. It hit him hard, very hard. And I can understand why it did. I am not heartless. I can believe that losing the person you raised like your own kid, your younger brother. On top of that that we lost our parents at a very early age.

He cried and for the first time since I got the news so did I. I wasn't aware that I didn't let it show, odd because I was told that I would die. I think my job as a gang leader prevented me from crying. Showing emotions isn't really encouraged.

I felt like falling into a black hole. My life was going to end, they told me that at maximum I would have 2 years to live. What was I going to do with my life now?

I was about to die…

What point does my life have right now?

I snapped out of my thoughts when my brother pushed against my arm. Getting my attention once more. A woman had walked up to us, smiling kindly. I didn't like her. She knew why I was here, all to well and she tried to play it off like my death was the least of my worry.

"Mondo Owada, right? It is very nice to meet you." Her kindness made me feel sick, more than I was already. But I decided to not start with being an asshole right away. Even if I didn't like them I would have to live there. Making my life a living hell right away wouldn't be the smartest move for me to make.

"Yeah, I guess that is me. Nice to meet ya too madame." I spoke with a light shrug. I was never really the person for this kind of stuff.

The woman with blonde hair nodded and started talking to my older brother. Completely ignoring me. I didn't really mind them forgetting that I was there. I wanted to do the same. Looking around to keep myself busy until the two finished their talk.

I noticed a boy, I assume around my age, on a bench with a book on his lap. Clearly enjoying being in the sun. It was a nice sight to see till I noticed something. Something that made me worried. Not that I wished to admit it.

It looked like he was blacking out several time, he didn't move to a next page. Rereading the same page over and over again. Also notice the pale looking skin and the glazy stare at the pages in front of him.

I removed myself from the talking group and made my way over to the boy. "Yo? Dude are you okay?" I tried not to show that I was concerned about the guy's wellbeing. It look him a while to pick up that I was there.

He got up from the bench and bowed slightly. "Oh I apologize that you got worried about me. I am fine, thank you for worrying." He spoke, louder than normal people would. He was noticeably smaller than me.

Not only that he was noticeably more frail than I am. He looked like he hadn't been outside in what seemed to be years. He was that pale, making his crimson red eyes stand out even more than they already did.

"You don't really look fine." It was supposed to be only a thought but it had slipped past without me wanting to say it. He was here, that alone proves that the guy is far from fine.

I guess the guy would have been startled by my rudeness if he didn't collapse before he would have been able to bring out another word.

He was barely able to prevent him from hitting the ground. But that was the only worry I would be able to get rid of.

I didn't know what to do right now. I don't know him, I haven't even got his name let alone his diagnosis. I don't know what I should do know to help him.. the only thing I could do was wait with the worry that I might have a corpse in my hands soon.

This is not how I imagined my stay here would begin.

Far from that, it wasn't as dead as I felt right now, there somehow was a spark of hope for life even if it was a fragile hope.