Fourteen days left.

Two weeks.

Everything is hectic.

The nurses and doctors are constantly taking blood away.

And I feel just terrible.

Some days are worse than others.

But I have the pictures on the wall.

And Hope.

So it's okay.

It's okay.

Okay.

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"Hey there Kim Mina!"

A new volunteer came today.

"I hope you feel better soon! How about we sing a song to help you get better?"

Their smile is fake.

Do they even care?

And a song won't cure me.

"Thank You."

"Have a bright day!"

"You too."

I thought I even saw their eyes roll around before they left.

Why even come if you don't know how to help?

Is it because you feel bad?