Maybe that's what he wanted to be asked, so it feels like he doesn't have a choice. Even if he does. Could just say it's nothing but, shit ... He hasn't talked about it with anyone, hasn't shared all of the uncertainties that he keeps thinking about. Didn't think he needed to. He's written about it, and that's often enough.
But he can't shake this one.
He takes a deep breath.
"I got TB," he says, and he can feel his heart beating in his ears. "Diagnosed after I last saw you. Went downhill fast. I should be dead. I felt it. Knew it was coming 'least a day before. Then they miraculously cured me when I got here, somehow."
And he takes another deep breath, except this one is more exhale than inhale. There. It's out. No taking it back now.
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Maybe that's what he wanted to be asked, so it feels like he doesn't have a choice. Even if he does. Could just say it's nothing but, shit ... He hasn't talked about it with anyone, hasn't shared all of the uncertainties that he keeps thinking about. Didn't think he needed to. He's written about it, and that's often enough.
But he can't shake this one.
He takes a deep breath.
"I got TB," he says, and he can feel his heart beating in his ears. "Diagnosed after I last saw you. Went downhill fast. I should be dead. I felt it. Knew it was coming 'least a day before. Then they miraculously cured me when I got here, somehow."
And he takes another deep breath, except this one is more exhale than inhale. There. It's out. No taking it back now.