Eᴘʜᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟ
(ᴀᴅ) ʟᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
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Darryl looked at the paper he had clutched in his fists, it was a diagnosis.
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Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ: Dᴀʀʀʏʟ Nᴏᴠᴇsᴄᴏsᴄʜ
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Dɪᴀɢɴᴏsɪs: Sᴛᴀʀ Tᴇᴀʀ Dɪsᴇᴀsᴇ
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Aʟsᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ: Sᴛᴀʀ Tᴇᴀʀs, ST
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Iғ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴜɴᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ: ʟᴏss ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟɪɴᴅɴᴇss.
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sʏᴍᴘᴛᴏᴍs: Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴏғ sᴇʟғ ʟᴏᴀᴛʜ, Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀ/ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟ Fʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴡɪɴᴋʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀ sʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ
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Mᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ Dᴇғᴇɴɪᴛᴏɴ: Sᴛᴀʀ Tᴇᴀʀ Dɪsᴇᴀsᴇ (Sᴛ) ɪs ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀs. ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟʏ sᴛᴀʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴᴋʟɪɴɢ sᴏᴜɴᴅs, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. Oɴʟʏ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴇᴅ. Iғ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs Sᴛ.
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Darryl quietly sobbed choking back wheezes as he sat in the waiting room, his tears dripping onto the paper. Who was he in love with and why didn't they love him back? Darryl had to find out as soon as possible, he needed to know. He figured out he'd go and ask Zak first. Since they are best friends and Zak pratically new everybody. Darryl sniffled before standing up and exiting clutching his diagnosis tightly.
"𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.."
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