#Chapter77
Keene-01
CLYVE
/"JUST TELL me already if I’m dying or not. That’s all I wanted to know, doc. Trust me, I can handle it,/" Keene said, trying his best to be calm, but I didn’t miss the slight trembling of his voice and the pain in his eyes as he looked at the old doctor.
The wrinkles on the Pulmonologist’s forehead deepened. /"I’m sorry, Keene—/"
At that exact moment, Keene gasped and his body stiffened. I thought my eyes were tricking me as I watched his face became paler and yellowish.
I couldn’t anymore watch this—how he sagged to the chair across his doctor. Westley hugged her best friend tightly, saying that they could do it. It was a heartbreaking moment.
/"How?/" he choked. /"How long do I have left?/"
