[ CW ] A man 's final day to live . Do n't mention why he 's dying or that he is dying except for the final sentence . Include a countdown to his death .

The sunlight is strong coming into the window, finally stirring him from his slumber. Satoshi rolls onto his side, feeling the empty spot that had been filled last night. He supposes his friend left earlier. Maybe he felt embarrassed by the silly, drunk conversation from last night and that ’ s why he left. He draws himself to his feet, the touch of the cold floor sending goosebumps up his legs. His phone goes off again and a deep sigh leaves his lips. He wishes that it hadn ’ t kept going off for over an hour now. 
 
 “ Hello. ” He murmurs into the cell phone, rubbing his face tiredly. It had been a long week, if not a longer month. He ’ d been so busy. 
 
 “ Satoshi! Where are you? You ’ re late! ” Satoshi blinks at the voice on the other end of the phone. 
 
 “ Wait… what? What are you talking about Tetsu? ” He squints at the clock, feeling a dull throb at the back of his skull. 
 
 “ Practice! Band practice! It started two hours ago, where are you? ” 
 
 “ Shit. ” Satoshi mutters, catching the late time, it was past eleven. “ I ’ ll be there as soon as I can. ” 
 
 “ Get here before noon! ” Is the last thing Tetsu says. 
 
 A quick shower and a new set of unrumpled clothing and Satoshi ’ s running out the door with his bag at half past eleven. Thirty minutes was plenty of time, wasn ’ t it? The train trip would be ten. At least it wouldn ’ t be busy. He runs as fast as he can towards the station on the corner, checking his watch each step of the way. He got to the station with twenty-five minutes left, heart hammering in his chest and was on the train in another couple of minutes. 
 
 Satoshi watches each stop go by, breathing heavily and holding himself up on the hand hold. His lungs and chest ached. A couple of his fellow commuters look at him strangely but it ’ s nothing out of the norm for him. He was used to the strange looks when he ’ d be still costumed from a performance and wearing it on the train. 
 
 He ’ s off and running from the train with ten minutes left. He dodges hard around people, feet pounding the pavement and a few people turn to watch him go. He supposes that someone running down the street in Tokyo like a madman was pretty unusual but he just had to make it. He couldn ’ t let Tetsu down, he ’ d been there for him for so long. 
 
 Three minutes to and Satoshi bursts through the back door of the recording studio, dripping sweat and gasping desperately for air as he continues towards where he can hear a drum set going. He smiles with relief at the fact that he ’ s made it before his legs go out from underneath him. He takes a few more gasps of air, feeling too weak to move. The clock on the wall continues ticking down as he attempts to pull himself up. 
 
 He closes his eyes, feeling his heart continuing to beat rapidly in his chest as the time ticks down towards noon. Satoshi always had that feeling that his heart condition was going to kill him, just never thought it would be feet away from the band he loved to be in.
