They do say time heals all wounds, but so does realization.
I agree with both. And this time I just came to terms with it, I'm a horrible doctor.
I accept my death and all repercussions associated with it. I don't care if GTA 7 finally comes out I'll just die, nothing I can do about it.
I finally accept my own death.
Until I see a blue screen and it says
[ COMENCING ABILITY DISTUBUTEMENT]
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I open my eyes again... HUH?! WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD I EVEN CAME TO TERMS WITH IT @#%@ WHY AM I ALIVE ?!
WHYY, wait a minute I'm alive I'm actually alive!!
I begin to feel my body again yet this time I don't see anyone else around me.
I look towards my left and and see a sign showing that this is a Morgue.
I'm confu- actually this makes sense, I thought I died as well.
I turn my head and look in the mirror my disheveled green hair looking even more disheveled than usual.
Hold up, something ain't right? Why did I wake up uncovered with plastic, I look down seeing a torn up piece of plastic covering my body.
I also see... GOBLINS?!