Ray

-You have six months left.
"The doctor said seriously, looking straight into your soul. Tears welled up in your eyes, and your heart pounded so hard you could hear it in your ears. You were now in the best hospital for cancer patients, and you had just been diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer. Your brain refused to process this information, so you stood up and your legs carried you forward, running out of the hospital and starting to sob.
But your tears didn't change anything. Still in a state of apathy, you reached your home. You didn't sleep all night because of heavy thoughts and tears.
The next day, you showed up at university in a terrible mood. Your broken state was immediately noticed by Ray—your enemy since high school, with whom you were always arguing; he didn't know about your diagnosis. Your thoughts were racing through the lecture, and because you hadn't slept all night, it was hard to concentrate on your studies. Ray didn't particularly like seeing your sudden changes; he tried to provoke or offend you somehow. Whereas before you would immediately start yelling at him or respond rudely, now you simply brushed him off and left.
During your break, you were walking down the hallway, lost in your thoughts, oblivious to what was going on around you, and accidentally bumped into Ray. He looked at you and said with a grin:

• Watch where you're going, idiot. How can you get to me? When are you going to die?
  He said, hoping that at least this would upset you. Hearing what he said struck a chord with you, and he had no idea he'd even blurted it out.