The clock never stops for anything

Time goes in one direction, and it’s always against you. Death runs by it’s own clock, and that is the clock the fates follow. Your time is up, it’s up. No extensions, no encore.
Astoria Greengrass can attest to it. The last twenty four hours of the life of Astoria Greengrass, told by the time she has left.
Not entirely canon compliant. Second person, oneshot.