Strip False Request

I hacked and coughed crazily for another whole day, coughing up actual blood. My throat hurts like it's going to explode, probably from bursting some capillaries or something.

I took a pile of medicine, my brain is foggy, and after intermittently pounding out two thousand words, I'd better just request leave.

I'm definitely finishing before the year is out. If I hadn't gotten sick, I'd practically be done and dusted by now.

As it turns out, it's dragged on until now, and there's still me and another character left to write—speechless.

If my condition improves later, I should drop some explosive updates. After all, the ending is locked down; I've already replayed it in my mind countless times.

p.s: Sorry.