Day 12


One more day to go before my eyesight supposedly comes back. And three more days until they pull the plug. Oh god, I've gotta get to work.


No matter what I do, my legs just won't move.


Mindy's starting to get really scared. And to be honest, I am too. I mean, I don't want to die when I'm this close to getting the hell out of here. I'm terrified that even though I'm this far, the doctors will still pull the plug.

How can they live, knowing that they killed someone who had the best chances of living?


Oh my god.

My legs.

I can feel them.


Oh my god.

I can make it!