CHP.1
Everyone already knew what was going to happen. I was going to live a painful life, and die. This disease is un-curable, and has already spread to my heart. My legs sore, my bald head felt like it was going to explode, my hands, unfeeling with the objects I touch. I was done for. I looked up from my hospital bed, and prayed that today would be the day. I just wanted all the pain to go. "Its time for your hourly shot Ellen" The nurse injected a clear liquid in my wrist. All of a sudden a pain struck through my heart. I moaned in pain but it kept getting worse. The nurses and my parents, rushed by my side nervously doing anything that co