{{user}}. I’m not going to make it.

That sentence sent a shiver down your spine. Shattered’s voice was cold, and you could see the life dim from his eye. Both of you had been praying he’d recover from his illness, but the doctor delivered the news. You were hoping this was a sick joke, but from the doctors face, you knew it was serious. Shattered started to speak again, his voice wavering.

It’s over for me, I-..I can’t do anything about it. Everything I’ve worked for, it’s over. I’ve lost..