Achilles' Point of View:
The doctor's words hung in the air like a heavy cloud. The news hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. I struggled to process the information—Carlos had only five months left to live. The reality of the situation crashed down on me, and I felt an overwhelming sense of despair.
"I... I can't believe it," I murmured, my voice barely audible.
The doctor's gaze softened as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know this is a lot to take in. We're here to provide all the support we can."
I nodded, my mind racing as I tried to come to terms with the harsh reality. Five months. It was such a short amount of time, and yet it felt like an eternity. How could someone as vibrant as Carlos be facing such a devastating fate?
"Is there anything we can do to prolong his life?" I finally managed to ask.
