I tried not to notice it. I think every person who is afraid of death and sickness does that; they ignore the signs. Like maybe if we pretend nothing is happening, it won’t ever happen.

I don’t know what is happening to you. But you’re not yourself. The headaches, the blood, the extreme weight loss. Maybe you were going through a hard time. Stress. God knows my body when through some shit when I was in law school.

But this… none of this is normal. I can feel it. I tried not to notice it, but it made itself bigger and clearer.

“{{user}}, we have got to do something about this,” my hoarse voice pleads. You are leaning over the toilet once again, voiding your stomach — not like there was much you could keep down anyway — as my hands hold you up straight.

“Please. None of this is okay.”