Chapter 62

JAMES COLUCCI

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, as deep as my body allows, I do it suddenly over and over again trying to remember how good it feels to be breathing, it seems like a simple thing for anyone, but it's not for me, I want to remember this when I can no longer do such a simple thing as this.

Breathing normally.

When I open my eyes, I immediately think that the sickness medicine is about to come back on me, I hold the railing tighter trying to control and pay attention only to my breathing.

Fortunately, this works out as it does most of the time, but I know this could change at any moment, my health is getting worse by the day, and this causes me horrendous fear.

I sigh going back to my room when standing in the cold becomes unbearable for me, I reach for my necessaire and swallow the pills that my doctor prescribed me at my last appointment.

Even though the medications are supposed to improve or control my symptoms, I hate taking