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Are you all proud of yourself?

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I ran as fast as I could, the rain was holding me back and I finally arrived inside the hospital, I quickly ran over to the reception desk, the woman there seemed tired and didn't even pay attention to me as she kept playing on her phone.

"Hello? Excuse me? I'm trying to find a patient here, his name is-" I started, "shhh, one second....nearly done with my webtoon..." she yawned.

Are you kidding me?

"Ok done, who is it that you're looking for?" she asked, "Kokichi Ouma, he's a patient here...I just need to see him...before it's too late," I told her, she groaned, "so THAT'S why he sent the army to deliver letters, ok doll face he's up in Room 233, go down the hall and take a right it will be the third door on the left," she told me pointing towards it as she got out a piece of gum.

"Thank you!" I screamed, "yeah yeah no problem..." she told me, I could hear my heart pounding inside of my chest and my feet felt like cement...what am I going to see when I get inside of there...?

I turned the corner and approached the door, Ouma Kokichi I took a deep breath and opened the door...

There he was. He was sitting up and looking out the window at the rain, his hair was longer than the last time I had seen him and he was a lot paler, with wires and monitors being hooked up to him along with an IV...and is that an oxygen tank nearby? He was way to thin...he turned around.

His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at me, he even rubbed his eyes just to make sure..."Saihara chan?" he asked, "Hey...hey Ouma," I told him, "oh come on! What's wrong with you the poor nurse just mopped the floor and now you just soaked the floor!" Ouma laughed, "what?! After all those letters, that's the first thing you say to ME?!" I asked in shock.

"Hey don't bully the patient! How did you even get here so fast?! I expected a week at least!" Ouma asked surprised, "well once you started talking about your depression, all of a sudden the urgency made me kind of-"

"Did you bring me the stuff?" Ouma asked seriously, "the what?" I asked, "the snacks for goodness sake Saihara! I'VE BEEN DYING OF PANTA DEPRIVATION FOR WEEKS! Didn't you read my letters?!" Ouma pushed.

Is this...is this really what we are going to talk about? He for all I know is DYING...and we're talking about me not getting him some snacks...yeah this is Ouma.

"...I'll get you snacks next time," I told him, "you better! Geez..." Ouma yawned, "wow...I haven't been this active in weeks...darn...this is bad timing..." Ouma said with a shrug, "what do you mean?" I asked, "oh...I'm going into surgery in like...two hours?" he guessed with a shrug.

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"WHAT?!" I screamed, "ouch my ears! Saihara stop screaming already!" Ouma scolded, "you're going into surgery?! No, wait, what's even wrong with you Ouma!?! What is the surgery going to do? Are you dying? Ouma I have SO many questions and-"

"Ok first off I have liver cancer, used to have it in my pancreas when I was a kid, but little did they know it spread to my liver and made itself known maybe a year ago, so now I'm going back into surgery to remove my liver, and yeah I'm probably going to die," Ouma said with a shrug.

"You're going to die...how can you be so calm?!" I asked, "Oh I'm not," Ouma said with a wide smile, "I'm 100% terrified, I don't want to die Saihara, I don't want to leave my friends behind and I've got so many things I want to do before I die!" Ouma told me.

"You're going to die..." I mumbled, I felt my world-shattering..." this isn't fair..." I mumbled, "yeah...it isn't huh?" Ouma said sadly, "and hey! I'm not dying without a fight, death will have to drag me by my feet while I'm kicking and screaming and all of DICE fighting him as well, I'm going to live forever!" he insisted.

I laughed bitterly, "I'll help make sure you can stay around a lot longer...I'll do whatever I can..." I told him, Ouma looked at me as if questioning my statement before looking down, "to be honest...I didn't think I'd get to see you...I thought you wouldn't want to see me or read any of those letters...I thought you just would stop eventually...but...you're here! You're right here in front of me...it seems like a dream heh..." Ouma laughed, but you could see him starting to cry.

"Ouma I'm sorry! I'm sorry I never apologized after that stupid fight! I'm sorry we stopped hanging out as friends, I really really loved hanging out with you! You're funny, smart, and you sometimes make me a better person! I don't think I've ever had so much fun in my life...and I never told you that...I never told you how much you mean to me...I just left you alone to deal with all the horrible things in your life...I'm sorry...I'm sorry Ouma...please forgive me!" I begged, I expected sobs and wails but instead, my tears fell silently.

"We...we could have had a lot more fun, couldn't we...? Hey...stop crying, we're not allowed to cry god damn it! Get over here!" Ouma called as he reached over and grabbed something out of a desk, it was a letter, my eyes widened.

Ouma ripped it into pieces. Then threw it out the window.

"Wait a second Ouma what-?!" I asked surprised, "that was the letter I was going to give you if I died." he told me, "but look, oh no the wind tore it into fifty million pieces and threw it out my window, looks like I'm going to have to survive this surgery..." Ouma started trailing.

"...and looks like you'll have to do it after we go check out the hospital's library..."

"and after I introduce you to DICE!"

"Don't forget I have to give you a snack run, darn looks like you'll have to wait a while"

"AGH! Curses look like we'll have to wait till I'm discharged!"

"And since we'll be going out to the movies!"

"Oh no, I will have to help you move into my house!"

"And we have to make a cake!"

"And we need to go to the beach sometime!"

"An amusement park! Definently necessary!"

"We'll have to wait till I ask you on a date!"

"Wait the past ones weren't?" I asked laughing, Ouma's eyes widened..."looks like I have to take a thing off my bucket list...before I also toss the bucket list," he said grinning, "hey Saihara wanna be my boyfriend?" he asked.

I pretended to question it, "eh, I guess I will, I got nothing better to do," I told him, Ouma smiled, "Ok then! Looks like we're going to be busy..." he told me, "oh yeah, we'll get to that last letter sometime....in eighty years" I joked.

"Eighty years? Hmm...ok, I'll put it in my schedule" Ouma told me, "not too soon, right?" I asked Ouma nodded, "of course"

We were going to be fine. We're going to live our life, so...I don't need to worry about how long those seconds are if Ouma or I might die what some might call too soon, because to us...we're never going to die.

Not really.