*Richard's POV*
“How bad is it?” I asked the nurse, my voice was hoarse and tired.
She didn’t answer right away. After the team had stabilized me, only she remained in the room, quietly adjusting the sheets and checking the machines around my bed.
The silence stretched. I gathered what little strength I had and spoke again, more firmly. “Please… I need the pure truth. No gentle lies. How much time do I really have left?”
The nurse finally looked at me, her eyes filled with deep sadness. She took a slow breath before replying. “Mr. Harrington… at best, you have about a year. But it won’t be easy. You’ll be on very strong medication. The pain will be constant and severe. And even that one year… it’s not guaranteed.”
Her voice trembled with genuine emotion as she spoke.
I nodded slowly,
