Chapter 111

Chris's POV

My mind is a jumbled mess, thoughts racing in every direction. I feel like I'm drowning, suffocating under the weight of the doctor's words. I can't think straight, can't process what's happening.

I keep thinking this is all some kind of mistake, some cruel joke. My mom can't be...she can't be dying. She's always been there for me, always been my rock. I can't imagine a world without her.

But the doctor's face, his eyes, they tell a different story. They tell me that this is real, that this is happening. And I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality.

I try to speak, to ask the doctor questions, but my voice won't work. My mouth is dry, my tongue feels like sandpaper. I can only manage a faint whisper.

"What...what can we do?" I stammer.

The doctor's expression is sympathetic, but his words are harsh. "We're doing everything we can, Chris. But sometimes...sometimes it's just not enough."

I feel like I've been punc