Status: Disclaimer: I do not own The Fault in Our Stars. John Green does.-CJ

The Fault in Our Lungs

Chapter Six

**five days after the emotional visit. eight days before my expected death.**

"How are you feeling?" Doctor Jim asked me.

"Like my lungs."

"Not any better?"

"No."

My depression felt heavier, but it wasn't depression. Death was toying with me, kissing my frail body into the darkness.

"Would you like visitors?"

"Not today."

"Tomorrow?"

"No."

**seven days after the emotional visit. six days until expected death.**

"Hazel," my mother said, "let them visit."

"Not today."

"Haz-"

"NOT today!"

"Hazel Grace Lancaster, you are not going to get any better if you don't talk to your friends. Tomorrow."

"No."

"I didn't ask if you approved. They have been out there day and night for the past few days!"

**tomorrow. five days.**

They came in. Each of them sat on the bed. Annabelle at my feet, Isaac and Blaze to my left and right.

"Hi, Hazelnut," Annabelle broke the ice.

I smiled and waved. It now hurt to speak.

"Five days . . ." Isaac seemed to ponder.

"We have a gift for you," Annabelle whispered.

She handed me a notebook filled with pictures of sunsets and fishes and me and Blaze and Isaac and Annabelle and artwork and the sky.

I mouthed 'thank you'.

We all smiled at each other.

"We love you, Hazel Grace," Annabelle smiled, cry slightly.

"I love you all, too," I croaked.

"Don't talk, just breathe," Isaac said.

Annabelle painted my toes exotic colors, Isaac read me some of Aesop's Fables, and Blaze held my hand.

**eight hours later.**

"Hazel," Jim said, "you have less than we expected."

I stared intensely for him to continue.

"You have- God so help us- an estimated day from right now."

God bless my crap lungs.
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Disclaimer: you know the drew.

God, I hate myself while writing the last few chapters. -CJ