It's gotten worse. Again. Time's running out.
One sacrifice for one year. That's what you said, right?
I thought you meant a year until the illness came back, but I've still got three days.
So why is there blood on the floor?
Why is there coughing flooding the living room at two in the morning?
I'm not prepared to lose this battle but I don't know if I can do it again.
I didn't want to hurt him.
I didn't, I swear.

But losing him didn't hurt as much letting the timer run out would.
I know that for a fact.

Is it worth the risk?