I asked that obvious question that can never be answered:
"Why me?"
And I felt fear. Fear that pushed past terror on the emotional scale at regular intervals.
The night dragged on directed by the tick of the bedside clock.
I was alone and dying.
Looking back at this night, I realise that I should not have bottled my feelings up within me. I should have shared them with my parents. At the time I thought an outward show of strength was the mature option: even though I was out of control.

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