Diagnosis

13

      It has been about two months since I've made it out of the hospital, and I'd never been happier. I still have my job at the library and Patrick has been extremely funny lately, probably trying to keep my mind off of the cancer.
      I scanned a book and handed it to a high school student. She thanked me and than walked out the door. Patrick popped up from where she was standing and I screamed and fell backwards, tripping on a chair. He burst out laughing and I stood up.
      "You're so mean to me." I laughed as he leaned against the counter.
      "I know. But that's why you love me." He smiled. I rolled my eyes and opened up a book. "You read to much Kolby! We need to get Phil to take you on a date so you can do something other than read." I blushed.
      "You work in a library...you know that right? A place full of books." He laughed and grabbed my phone from the counter. He unlocked it and typed something and handed it back. It was a text message to Phil saying we're going on a date tonight.
       "Patrick, why you do dat?" I ask putting my phone in my pocket.
      "Because, yo man need some attention. Now go get ready, I can handle this." He shooed me away and I laughed.
       "Are you sure?" I asked biting my lip.
      "You said so yourself, it's a library." He laughed and practically pushes me out of the door.
       The sun was starting to set and the streets began to get fairly dark. I pulled my jacket around me trying to block out the cold. I took a turn and hesitantly walked into an alley. A flash back of the Starbucks incident flashed into my head and I shuddered. Please help me through this.
      I neared the end of the alley when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I screamed and whirled around. Phil stood there with his hands up. I sighed in relief and hugged him.
       "I thought you were a murderer." I laughed. He giggled and shook his head.
      "Nope just me." He smiled.
      "I prefer you to a murderer don't worry." I told him, giving him a peck on the cheek.
       A click sounded and a clink as something hit the ground. We turned around and a man had a gun pointed at me, the bullet shell on the floor. Phil balled his hands into fists. The man was sweating and tears fell from his eyes.
      "I'm sorry." He whispered, and pulled the trigger.
      "NO!" Phil yelled jumping in front of me. He fell to the ground and I screamed, leaning down and holding his head. The man put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger once more. I screamed again as he collapsed to the ground dead.
      Phil gasped for air, and I pulled out my phone calling the police. I told them  where we were and they said they were on our way. I dropped my phone and grabbed Phil's hand.
       "Phil, don't you quit on me now! Don't close your eyes and keep breathing!" I sobbed, wiping tears from his face.
      "Kolby, if I don't make it I need you to know something." He gasped. I nodded, and he tightened his grip on my hand.
     "I- I." He said before going limp, I heard the ambulance pull up and they pushed me aside. I clutched my knees as they rushed him into the back. The police questioned me but I couldn't respond. Phil was going to tell me something... He needs to be ok.