Ethan POV
“Mr. Wellington, the result remains the same. You’re gonna get yourself killed,” Doctor Chris said, sounding frustrated.
I sighed. “Chris, you know that has always been what I’ve wanted to do. I wanna join them,” I said as a tear slipped out.
“Ethan—”
I cut him off.
“Whenever I close my eyes, I see them. They are everywhere. I’ve never had a good sleep since that day. I wanna meet them, Chris,” I said, my breath coming out shaky.
He paused. “Then why are you here?” he asked.
I sniffed, not responding.
“Aren’t you here because you still want to live?” he asked again.
I still couldn’t say a word.
“Ethan,” he called, adjusting in his seat. “Ethan, you have to help yourself so I can help you. You have to cut down on alcohol and cigarettes. They are killing you from the ins
