I’m going to die alone.

Again.

It’s personally not the way I would have wanted to go out, but when Doctor Akash says, “I haven’t seen anything like this” or “It seems your cells can regenerate at a faster rate than they can decompose” or “Basically, you can’t die” — all I can think is “Damn, well, I hope I don’t die drowning.”

And guess what.

I’m drowning.

Or rather, I will drown.

If I should be specific, I am floating, floating towards my demise slowly because I trusted some stupid Doctor to cure my life.

At least those stupid muts with their needles and pins won’t catch me. Not like the middle of the ocean is the first place you’d think to look for an asshat like me.

I’ll die alone, again, and hopefully jumping out of a ship would be the second worst decision of my life. That, next to drowning.