Snowflakes

Phillip Sjøen & Kenneth Gagnes

It was a really hard time for Phillip. He suffered from flu. He got medicine twice every single day. He coughed a lot. It annoyed him really much. He wanted to jump so badly. The illness knocked him down. It was like a Technical K.O . for him. His medicine didn't help him at all. If they worked, Phillip would be healthy again.

"How are you, Phillip?" asked Kenneth.

"I am still ill." he replied and coughed again.

"I hope you will be fine soon." wished his teammate and left the room.

While Kenneth was away, Phillip was trying to sleep. He wished but he couldn't until 10-20 minutes when he fall asleep. He felt somehow warm again. He need this little rest. He dreamt of being with his girlfriend in Norway. He even kissed the pillow like if she was next to him.

"Are you okay, bud?" Kenneth said and while he was waking Phillip up.

"Woah.... Yes." he said in a scared voice and coughed again.

"Then here is your hot chocolate with cinnamon." Kenneth lended him.

He took a sip and burned his tongue with it. He was really clever. The smell of the hot chocolate was so good. It smelled like grandma's bakery. It was really nice. Then they started talking about Christmas like what they will buy for family and friends. Phillip coughed less because of the hot chocolate. 

"Do you feel better?" Kenneth asked.

"Yes, I do. Thank you, pal." Phillip smiled.

Then, they go out for the dinner. They ate a little and gone training. They jumped well and played a little in the snow. Someone (we all know who was it) saw them playing like little children. This person went to their hotel room's door and left a note by Octavia Butler which said:

"Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over."