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No...no...no...Laureen, no...it can't be you. She's going to die in front of me? Well, the creepy dude just said she has up to eighty years, that's a lot, right? Now her life feels so limited to me, just like our time together. It doesn't help that she came alone. She's even walking on her own, and I can't. How is she going to die before me?

"Grace!" She's super cheerful to see me, probably because she doesn't realize I'm going to see her die. "I can walk just fine!"

"Really?" I'm honestly bamboozled, she was hit by a car. Yeah, she was also in a car, but she t-boned. "I didn't expect you to, you were in a horrible accident."

"I know, it's a miracle!" She's so happy, she doesn't realize that she's going to die right after Sam. "Soon we can leave this place, just me and you. I think you'll get better soon! I know you're still in a wheelchair, but you're strong! You can get better!" She's partially worried about me, I'm about to cry. I can't take this, she's going to die and she has more hope in me than myself.

"Y-Yeah!" I lie. I can't. I can barely get myself to eat anything, how am I supposed to get better by the time she does? She can walk. I can't. I can't do anything.

"Grace," She sits on my bed, at my legs. "I'm feeling so much better after this morning, thanks to you. Thank you." Man, why'd this have to hit my heart so hard? Kind of hurts... "After my dream, I was convinced Sam was dead. You did confirm that, but you were honest with me. You hit me with reality and comforted me at the same time. You made me realize that I'm a good friend to her. Thank you, I couldn't see it before, but I do now."

"G-Grace," I'm about to cry, why of all the days, this all happens at once? "you don't need to thank me, really. I'm just glad I met you. We all have our down moments, we just need a helping hand, someone to wipe away our tears. I just did what any good person would do."

"Grace, stop being so modest. Accept some of the positive feedback you're given, you deserve it."

"I-I've never gotten it before, I don't know how to respond to it." It's the truth. All I can do is tell her the truth, she deserves it more than me. It doesn't help that I'm going to see her die one day.

"What do you mean by that? That can't be true, why wouldn't people give you credit? Here, I have an idea that might help you see it."

"You do?"

"Yep, just close your eyes and listen to my voice." I close my eyes. I'm not sure if it's going to help or not, but I might try getting her to try her own exercise. I may or may not have an idea in mind that'll sweep her off her feet. I wish I could say literally, but I'm stuck in a bed. But let's face it, I'm not prepared. I never am, especially with what she decides to pull. Smooth.