6 minutes. That's all the time I have. 6 minutes. That's all the time I have till the pains over. 6 minutes till they pull my oxygen off. I look at the nurse with tears in her eyes, her tears make me have tears too. I weakly wipe away her tears with the very little strength I have left. The nurse pulls the plug and drops to her knees and cries on my matters. It's over for me. I'm dead. I'm cured. I'm done fighting an internal illness that will just keep on taking over my body if I kept living. My parents didn't want me to suffer anymore so they said to just pull it so I could die with a little bit of peace.