"So that's it then..."

He nodded. His sleepless eyes looked wild and his tousled hairs uncared for. Not his fault when he's dying himself.

I looked at the serological reports in my shaking hands. Finally Viral Glioblastoma has gotten a hold on me.

"But there must be something, anything," the despair was evident in my voice.

"Skyla, if there was anything, won't the medical researchers have developed antiviral against this mutated strain of H1N85. You know how much we had to struggle to find the agent of this disease, let alone the cure. The incubation takes only one day and it spreads via droplets. All PPE have been ineffective to control the spread of this apocalyptic disease."

"Always a preacher,"I mumbled. "Humanity is being wiped out because of this. We've fought so many wars, survived alien invasions and nuclear holocausts and we get defeated by this disease?"

"This virus can't be eradicated with the highest degree of sterilization. With the indiscriminate use of radiations for experiment, the strains of common flu mutated to this life threatening one," he collapsed on the chair clutching his head.

His face was contorted with pain.
"This headache..." he gasped.

"Glioblastoma, one of the most aggressive forms of brain tumor. Once it gets to you..."

"It destroys one life and seeks it's new victim," he completed my sentence with a grim smile. "How good were the conditions when cancer was an NCD!"

He was looking out of the window into the street were decaying bodies were left uncared and stench filled the air. Those bodies had been the primary cause of the spread in the third world nations.

The surroundings smelled of death and blood.

"That's what it happens when WHO neglects the underdeveloped nations," Rob banged his fist on the wall.

"Don't forget doctors who ditch all universal precautions," I added.

He scrunched up his eyes and gave me that beautiful smile that once I could have died for.

"So then what's the statistics?" his fingers glided over the laptop keys.

"We're down to the last ten survivors. Rejoice!"

I knew it was a lame joke. His expression confirmed it.

"I don't wanna die. How does it feel like? Is it painful? Is it like sleep?"

"Don't know, bro."

His standard reply made me blush like old times.

"So many wishes are unfulfilled," I sighed.

He arched his eyebrows.

"I mean come on... I've never kissed a boy even. You had told I'd find the one my heart would connect to."

"Docs can be wrong sometimes."

"Docs are unfeeling," I rolled my eyes.

"Why?"

"You never understood mine anyway, you jerk!"

He frowned.

"I had feelings for you which you never reciprocated. It's been seven freaking years."

Pain crossed his features.

"Why now, when it's all ending?" his voice broke. "The hell Skyla, I had admired you since we met but..."

"You never..."

His lips found mine suddenly. Soon we were drowning in that one moment, the one perfect bliss, fading into oblivion.

500 words completedi
Written for the contest by dangerouslove and @dystropianapocalypse

Thanks Pipigrin MaryFahey  KashishBelikov  for being with me throughout.