Through the rest of the week, your Faux brown fur continued spreading from that small patch on your arm, to covering the entire arm from your wrist, to your shoulder.
There was the question of school. Should you continue to attend, even knowing that it wouldn't matter soon anyway, or not? Your parents allowed you to make that decision yourself. You decided to at least see your school buddies for the last time, after the required period of quartine was over after three days, at which point, you would no longer be infectious.
You thought it was kinda cool, to be turning into a teddy bear. When they were informed, your classmates started making fun of you.
"Oh look! It's the teddy bear!" "Hi, TEDDY!" And by the end of the week, it got worse as you were noticeably begin ing to shrink. You were now the shortest kid in your class. Calling you shortly, short stuff, etc.
Dejected, you decided to quit school, and just spend your time at home. Your parents wanted to spend your last 7 weeks with you anyway.
Your mom even started keeping track of your shrinking height. Even going to the local discount thrift shop of used clothing, which you hated. But what's the use of purchasing new clothes, if you were just going to shrink out of them anyway, and not even need them soon?
"You could probably just bring these clothes back to this store, and me with them," you told your parents, half-jokongly.
"Please, Max, stop joking about this! I don't want to lose you, my baby boy!" your mom would say.
"Max," said your dad. "This is going to be very difficult on us. I can't believe you aren't scared or angry or upset about losing your life!"
All you could do is shrug and smile, knowing a cute little stuffed animal will be taking your place in this world. You won't be conscious or know or experience anything anyway. Essentially, you knew it would be like being dead. You weren't really scared of dying, other than the thought of how much it might hurt or you may suffer before the end. At least with this, there would be no pain or suffering. Just a slow, gradual, end to your life.