As he stepped of the hospital, pillow didn't know what to think.
For a while he felt sick for a couple of weeks but thought he would get better. When he got slightly worse, he decided to go and get diagnosed to see what was wrong. They said they needed to take some tests and samples to see what it was. They also to told him that he needed to take some medicine for a while. When he returned, they told him it was a disease that they haven't seen before and could be fatal but wanted to see if they could get rid of it or at least stop it from spreading too quickly. After the procedure they told him to rest, take it easy, stay out of bright areas if he could and wear heavy clothing with layers if he couldn't and come back in a couple of days. He went back when he was told to see what he exactly had.
Today was the day he came back, and he didn't know what to say with what they told him.
One week.
He had one week with a day or two before the disease took over fully. They said he should say his goodbyes to loved ones and to continue staying out the light if he wanted to maximize what time he had left.
So, as he walked on the sidewalk, covered by a heavy winter robe with a bandana and goggles, he didn't know think or even do.
He continued to walk until he reached a restaurant and saw most of his friends chatting with each other, laughing and having a good time while talking about their day. He stood behind the gate surrounding the restaurant while thinking about joining and telling them about what the doctors said but decided against it. He was still thinking of what do or even say before the next day came and hadn't even decided where to start on that and besides that, he said he couldn't go to it at all.
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It was beginning rain as he was walking, which he has been doing for a while to help him. He didn't know why or how it help, but he didn't question or even mind. As he looked around, he noticed that some of the buildings he walked past by him were familiar, even if a little. He could see the empty playground and hear its equipment moving by itself due to the wind, he saw the building his parents worked at with its light pushing through the rain like a light tower would during a cloudy day. He also saw the old daycare he used to go to and met his friends at before it was closed and abandoned with the plants and trees around it reclaiming it.
As the rain continued to pour, he closed his eyes and started to reminisce about his life up until now. He wasn't one to complain about what he was delt with in life: an average family, went to school, got decent grades, had friends he known for most of his life, tried finding a lover, had a job and much more he could probably think of. He tried looking deep in his mind if there were anything that he regrated or didn't have good in life, yet his inner searching found nothing but average moments through day-to-day life.
He opened his eyes and decided to return home and think about what to do next there.
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As he walked down the sidewalk that led to his home, he noticed something.
He had forgotten to turn off the lights before going to see the doctor.
He groaned in annoyance before going from walking to speed-walking. He soon entered his house, went to the upper floor and turned off the light. He immediately fell on the bed and looked up at sealing. Maybe a shower could help me calm down and help me thing clearly or something he thought to his self before deciding he should and took off his clothes and heading back downstairs.
When he reached the bathroom, he turned on the tub's faucet, turned on the lights and let it warm up before entering. 'At least I can still use these, even if only because they are fake', Pillow thought to himself as he turned the faucet and entered the tub. He felt the water ebb away at his slightly tense muscles and gently move around him before full submerging himself in it. He once again looked up and continued thinking about his life.
He remembered his first time going to a fair with his parents and sister and how they managed to get many plushies by winning. He remembered how the cold; weird smelling water went inside his eyes before getting goggles when he tried swimming for the first time. How the warm fire caressed his skin when he went camping with his friends and the cold poke at him when they forgot to stoke the fire and nearly lost all the supplies he brought. He especially remembered how the smooth, soft touch of the lips from the girl he dated at the time felt against his as the loud bangs of fireworks went off during new years that made fell like he was in a movie and how they went on dates, buying stuff for her and her doing the same for him. Even after the broke up, the remained good friends; and maybe that was the only thing he could consider ''lucky in his life.
All of that thinking led him to something, a small detail he noticed through-out all those moments and more.
The stuff he got and bought.
HIs eyes popped open wide when the realization hit him. Every time he went somewhere with his friends and family or even by himself, he always did something that he somehow never noticed until now: his tendency to buy or get, small or large, gifts and knick-knacks. So, with the knowledge of what he had do now, he drained the tub and decided to shower before sleeping.
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He looked outside and noticed how it started to a bit harder while thunder was heard in the distance. When did it start making lighting? he thought to himself before shrugging, thinking it probably started when he was running the water and jumped into his bed while covering himself with the large, comfy sheets of it. He, once again, looked up towards the sealing and thought about tomorrow, when to give his stuff, to who, where to give, and what to give. But he needed a way to do it, he needed a simple question so it wouldn't seem weird or raise concern, then it hit him. When he turned to face the wall and started to drift to sleep, he knew the perfect question to ask.
What should I do with my stuff?