45 Days Until The End – March Hares – Short Story

Fickle things, we are, made up of easily damaged, irreplaceable parts, that our whole existence depends on, but we treat like absolute shite.

Case in question, this almost empty glass of bourbon, it’s been a welcome friend of mine for almost twenty-six years, the doctor told me last week, if I didn’t stop, if I continued to abuse my liver the way I was, I’d be dead within the year. Then, after saying that, the fucking prick expected me to pay him, which I did of course, because, society has made us this way, has created this system of services for a price, regardless of your satisfaction.

Anyway, obviously I didn’t listen to him, why should I?

Because he’s a doctor? Fuck that, three years ago the same jerk told me if I didn’t quit smoking three packs a day I’d be dead within six months, and guess what, I still fucking smoke, so, why should I care?

I know, you’re wondering, why the fuck is this guy telling me all this shit? Why does he think I’d care about the shit, a complete stranger does to himself?

Let me tell you, so you can get a complete understanding of what we’re doing here, you and I, because, you’ve asked yourself all these questions about why I’m telling you this, but, none about where you are, and why the surroundings are so, unfamiliar.

Haha, I can tell from the look on your face you’ve also noticed how you can’t feel anything from the neck down, don’t try and say anything, it’s not going to do you any good, he made sure you can’t speak.

See, the doc, he wasn’t pulling a fast one, old bastard’s always on the money, it’s why I go to him, then, and after we’re all paid up, he finds and donor who fits my requirements, then, well, then we end up here.

Irreplaceable, I used that word before, didn’t I?

It’s what they want you to think, but, like anything in this world, if you have money, there is a way around it all.

Anyway, he’ll be back soon, so, before it’s too late, I just want to say, thank you, I mean, it’s the polite thing to do, when someone’s sacrificing themselves so you, can live life, the way you want to live it.

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