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TERRY Something watery dripped down my nostrils. My hands slowly touched it, I was afraid because I knew what it was likely to be. The red color stain on my index finger confirmed my fear. Blood. I cleaned it off with my handkerchief. These past days, I have been experiencing symptoms, cough with blood, chest pain, and difficulty breathing. It was getting worse, I couldn't put off a day again not seeing a doctor which is why I was here now, waiting till it got to my turn. I've been diagnosed before but the doctor mentioned running some more test to confirm his diagnosis. I was scared, scared of the unknown. It was why I ignored him and left without a backward glance. I sighed and came out of the toilet, walking aimlessly in the white hallway. I could hear a few patients moaning i
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