...Kati POV...
Hope is that little voice that you hear whisper 'maybe' when it seems the entire world is shouting 'no.'
But it also is that tiny little voice in my head that says that I cannot do this.
I am terrified.
I know that Sebastian means well, but it is hard to keep hope when you are walking up to a chair that you did not think you would ever see in your life again. The last time I got out of one of these chairs was the first time that we thought that we won this cancer.
Well, it seems that we were wrong.
What else is wrong is me not wanting Sebastian to be here with me while I sit all alone in this room as they pump god knows what in my veins in the final attempt to give me that hope. All I can be for certain about now is what will happen for the next couple of hours and for days after this.
I will need to get really sick to get well.
