[Justine shakes her head slowly from left to right.]

It doesn't need to be confirmed. I already know. [Her throat dries and her chest heaves slightly. She's trying to breathe; to inhale enough to stop her head from swimming. She can hear a voice screaming in the back of her mind and tries to push it away.] It had been my choice.

I knew what I was walking into but- [Her head shakes again.] I wasn't supposed to end up here.

[There is no waking up for her. This is the last of her and will be what little time she has left.]

Whatever you prefer but I don't like hospitals. [She's never liked hospitals very much.]