240 days.
Niou and Marui sit side-by-side on Niou's bed. An IV chord crosses over them from Niou's hand. The laptop on their laps is warm and buzzing like a bee.
"I start my second round of treatment soon," Niou says.
"I'll get you those books so you have something to do while you sit there."
"You could come with me. My mom wouldn't mind if you sat with us. I'll warn you though, it's boring as hell."
"Okay."
Marui puts his head on Niou's boney shoulder and breathes as they watch the next episode of Firefly. Niou is skin and bones, barely able to walk and hardly eating. He is wasted and tired and ill. Niou is merely alive, he is not living, and that's as good as dead.