human
She gave you the facts as they are, declared the medical man.
gpt
Nothing can save her. She's had _delirium tremens_ Lord knows how often. A fortnight to a month--that's all. Nature loves these forlorn hopes and tinkers away at them in a manner that often causes me to rub my eyes. But you can't make bricks without straw. Nature will find the game 's up in a few days; then she'll waste no more time, and your aunt will be gone.