"Yo Fudo! Let's head out for dinner tonight, what do you say?" I heard someone call out to me as I was walking out the building. I'd been working here for nearly 20 years with little to no change in the flow of work or time.

I looked back at the man with a raised eyebrow. His expectant green eyes were almost puppy like, but I knew that was intentional to help draw me in to accept. So, with a sigh I agreed with a small nod.

"Great! Let's head out now, I invited a few people over so we can have some fun." He said with a smile.

"Alright, lead the way then." I said spoke softly at all times these days. Being diabetic, at least for me, I usually kept to myself.

Just like that, it was after the semi party, and all I did was eat a plate of food and tried to leave. I was talked into drinking though, so I ended up staying a while longer.

I could feel myself getting weaker. My body feeling heavy and my head felt like I was moving at Mach speed.

"My sugar is high.." I muttered softly to myself. Attempting to find another needle and taking out nothing but air and a small vial of insulin.

"Just my luck..I'll hurry home then." After that, I rushed back home as best I could, to no avail of course. 10 minutes of walking later and I collapsed on the ground, my face against the dirty concrete. I tried to get up, but my body wouldn't move.

'So..this is how I die. Years of being alright, and yet it finally catches up to me. How disappointing.'

All I could think about was how bad this was, how terrible of a death this would be as my eyes slowly but surely closed for good.

At least, I thought that's what would happen..