[ WP ] A way to beat terminal diseases has been newly discovered . A suicidal person can `` exchange '' themselves to save a terminally ill patient from disease/death . The only requirement is they must meet face to face to agree beforehand .

*Is that her?? * I thought to myself as I eagerly watched the café door. Apparently not, because that girl walked right past me. And anyone looking for a woman with a terminal illness is going to notice me immediately. I looked down at the clothes I had chosen to wear. Maybe it was a bad idea to wear I loose-fitting shirt, as all it did was make me look thinner. I was suddenly self-conscious and tried to make my cheeks look fuller by puffing them out a bit. But then I felt silly, so I stopped. Another glance at the clock on my phone, before I'm annoyed that I looked again. I just have to keep reminding myself that a watched pot never boils. She must have been very nervous to meet me, so it would make sense she'd be a bit late. I gripped my cup, which had a drink and a half remaining, max. Five or ten minutes, sure, but thirty-five? Maybe she had gotten lost. 
 
 `` Janice?'' 
 
 I looked up at my name. `` Yes, I'm Janice. Are you Serena?'' I asked the short, chubby girl in front of me. 
 
 `` Yeah, that's me.'' She said unenthusiastically as she plopped down in the chair in front of me. 
 
 `` C-can I get you something? Coffee?'' I stammered. 
 
 `` Nah, I do n't want to stay for too long. I just want to make sure we exchange contracts and chips.'' 
 
 I was a bit taken aback by how blunt she was, but I guess that's to be expected when you're literally waiting to die. I had never allowed myself to reach that point of hopelessness, as there was too much living I had yet to do. 
 
 `` Yes, of course.'' I quickly said before pulling my contract out of my purse. She took hers from her jacket pocket and slid it to me. But as I started reading, I noticed something. I searched through the words, but never found it. `` I do n't mean to be a bother, but I ca n't find where it specifically says you agree to die. The law says that has to be in there.'' 
 
 She scowled at me for a moment. `` It's implied, so it does n't matter. Just sign it.'' 
 
 Something suddenly felt very, very wrong. `` I'm afraid I must insist. I do n't want there to be any problems with the process. You understand, right?'' 
 
 She was visibly upset now. `` I'm not gon na re-write it just for a word. Just sign it. Do n't you want to live?'' 
 
 I stood up. `` I do n't think this is a good choice. I'm leaving.'' I tried to take back my contract, but she held onto it tight. 
 
 `` Just sign the damn contract, bitch!'' She yelled at me. I did n't have enough energy to fight back, so I just turned and tried to walk out, but she grabbed my shirt and yanked me backwards so I fell onto the café floor. I heard someone calling authorities as I felt myself drifting into unconsciousness. 
 
 I woke up in a hospital bed completely dilirius. The ceiling moved and each sound was like a thunder clap. There was a pain in my head like no other. A beep alerted the doctor that I was awake, and he came into my room. His words were painful in more ways than one. 
 
 `` The woman you met with is part of a group that will enter into life-exchange agreements, but never kill themselves. So the person with whom they entered the agreement is left with no option but to die, and the other is left with a life they're able to sell.'' 
 
 It was boggling. How could someone do that? 
 `` But what does that mean for me, doctor?'' I asked. 
 
 He sighed and sat slowly on my bed. `` Janice, when you passed out, she stole your chip and got away before the police arrived. We have you connected to an artificial power supply, but the longest anyone has survived on one of these is four days.'' 
 
 My ears started ringing. `` So what can I do?'' 
 
 `` Well, we have you on a donor list, but chips are almost never donated anymore. I'm so sorry Janice, but it looks like this is it.''
