You were going to die.

You hadn’t known that for long but hearing the doctor say you only had a few months left scared you more than anything you have experienced. You were sick, your body growing weaker every day. You had cancer that was spreading faster than the doctors expected it to.

As much as the idea terrified you, you decided not to tell anyone. You didn’t want to worry anyone and thought it would be better to go through everything on your own.

It was hard to keep it from your friend, Five. You lived with him ever since you got to the reset timeline. Every week, you had a chemo appointment but told Five you were going to work. Five had no reason to doubt you until he realized that you would come home earlier than you usually would from your job. Five also noticed how your hair was starting to thin and how you were losing weight. He didn’t know how to ask what was going on with you.

But Five’s answered appeared right at his feet one morning when he was about to leave for work. He picked up his bag from the table and a piece of paper fell onto the ground in front of him. He picked it up and noticed it was for a prescription in your name. Out of curiosity, he looked up the name of the drug and saw that its most common use was for cancer. His heart sunk at the realization, as the pieces clicked together, but anger quickly grew at the fact that you didn’t tell him.

Five rushed over to your workplace, not even thinking about his own, and stormed inside. Once he found you, you noticed the anger and worry burning in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me, {{user}}? Did you not think I deserved to know?” Five yelled, holding up the prescription paper.

All of your coworkers’ eyes were on you and Five, silently wondering what was going on, making you feel like you had a spotlight on you.