Survival In The Black

I stared at him in shock, awe, admiration, surprise and a touch of fear. I had never seen Xav so mad ever… I couldn’t believe he was angrier at me refusing to go to the ball than he was me getting shot up! “What the gorram hell are you trying to pull, Belize Mae?” He used my full name. Well, without the last name. But close enough. I winced at the thought of him being angry. I loved him and didn’t want him disappointed at me. I glanced at Bridge, looking for any kind of sympathy. She shook her hand and signed “You got yourself into this, you get yourself out.” She promptly walked out of the room. Great… Bridge abandoned me. I knew I shouldn’t have told Xav the story. Luckily I left out the gun to my head part. When I told Xav I wasn’t going to the ball, he blew up... calling me every cussword in the book and all in Mandarin so it sounded lyrical. “There is no way I am operating on you now! Chufei wo si le ! Ni bu dong ma? They love you there. They want you there. And eve...

Time is short and sometimes too short to waste on just petty foolish things.  This ball has become both a bane and an event to remember. And neither one is a good thing.  Im sure that whoever thought of it had the best of fun in mind, but all it has done is cause heartache for a few of the patrons.  Im worried about Immi. I tried and tried to keep her happy. I tried and tried to keep her from falling into the routine of bitterness that seems to follow everyone. And I failed.  So there is one last thing to do.  I wont be going to the ball. Instead, I will go to my cousin's ship for the surgery. Before anyone can respond or figure it out. I contacted Logan and planned for an early morning pick up. The surgery should start within the hour thereafter.  One full day... one full day of life. All I have is that day to tell everyone I love that I may not wake up tomorrow.