Infectious little devil

“I need to confess something.”

“You sound serious. Is everything okay?”

“Not really. Why don’t you sit down.”

My hands started to tremble. I sat down just next to him, unable to look away. He seemed exhausted, lost in thoughts so deep the ocean would be jealous.

“I think I caught something. The doctors think I’m in terminal state. No recovery, they said…”

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