Phil's POV-
The next day I wake up in a good mood. I get dressed and wait for someone to come give me breakfast. The person who comes, however, is not who I expected. Dominika cones into the room. Her short brown hair is messier than usual and she looks tired. Really tired.
"Dom!" I exclaim, probably unintelligibly. I hug her tightly and she hugs back weakly.
"Hi Phil!" She mouths. I smile.
Where have you been?
I sign.
Phil, i need to tell you something.
She signs sadly, worry in her eyes.
What's wrong?
I ask, puzzled and slightly worried.
I might die.
My face falls.i stare at her for a moment, before signing:
Why?
She sighs.
I have heart disease. I got told when I went to hospital. I took time off to think, before I decided coming back and telling you was the best thing to do.
She explains. Tears flood my eyes and I hug her tightly.
"I don't want you to die" I try to say. She seems to sort of understand what I'm saying and looks at me with soft eyes.
"I don't want me to die either"