You've been trying to keep everyone, Your friends distanced from the truth. The truth that you had cancer. It's been going on for a while now but it wasn't as bad as it were now. You were getting worse, looking worse.

You couldn't even get out of bed now unless you had some assistance. It didn't take long for people to start catching on, especially Armin.

He sat on the edge of your bed looking down, as you drunk some tea. "When were you going to tell us?" He suddenly said, his voice low.