It’s evening in a small and empty hospital ward sitting on the side of the bed, Leon’s mind is absorbed in deep contemplation knowing he has no chance to survive his plummeting health. Leon stared at the IV filled with his own life slowly draining.

The hospital couldn’t managed to keep up neither could his mother’s finances. Three hours of blood supply at a normal pulse rate was all he got left. The more he thought about it, the faster his heart pumped, significantly reducing his expectancy.

As the medical personnel stressed to calm the situation, Leon slowly lost his vision and his body became feverish. Because he knew heaven or hell was closer to him than anyone else in the room, he didn’t struggle with his fate.

The ICU rapidly beeping, the nurses and doctors anxiously distressed, “is this how it ends? So thats what it’s like to slowly fade away from the world in a hospital.”

Succumbing to his condition, Leon was finally pronounced dead and all the workers hopelessly left the scene to pave way for the undertakers. His mother, left shuttered in the hospital’s hallway, fell to the floor embracing the tragic moment of her

son.