"Hurry!"
I was in the emergency room. I'm going to die, sience I had a rare blood sickness.
"Courtney?"
"Yes?"
"You're going to die by sunrise. That's three minutes."
"Kay, doc."
I was shaking. I was frightened. I had three minutes to live. That's it. The end of my life.
I knew Trent was in the waiting room. He came, sience no one else couldn't. I hope he will visit.
Two minutes.
My legs were shaking. I was as hot as fire. I was scared to death. I thought I would think out my life then. In one minute.

Born.
Learning to walk talk, and read.
Grade school.
High school.
Spelling bee.
Class president.
Total Drama Island.
Duncan.
Trent.
College.
Apartment.
Trent.
Yes, Trent.
I always thought I had some special connection to Trent. He was always there, looking out for me. He's nice, kind, sweet, and gentle. Sensitive. Helpful. And look at me, a twenty-two year old bitchy crab about to die in a hospitl. He was ment for me all along!
50 seconds.
Trent, surprisingly barged into the room. He was panting as he walked up to my bed.
"Your nurse told me that you will die soon. So I came to help you in your last seconds."
"Thank..."
He kissed me. Just like that. He kissed me. My heart felt like it was melting. I felt calmer. Kissing him back, I felt a little joy in my last seconds. With Trent.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
BEEEEEEEEEP

Time of death: 4:30 a.m., EST