p: hello!
e: hello
p: how are you? did you sleep okay?
e: not exactly
p: aw :( why not?
e: i really don't want to talk about it.
p: oh. okay. well, you can tell me anything, you know.
e: it was nothing, really
p: if you say so. are you okay?
elodie set down her phone and took a drink of water. her mouth still tasted like sick.
phil slid his phone back into his pocket. he picked up his pencil and jotted down a few notes, pretending to pay attention to the teacher's lecture. he couldn't, though. he was too busy thinking about her.
e: im fine. as fine as i will ever be.
p: so... is there a cure to what you have?
e: they've tried things
p: but they didn't work?
e: not one little bit. the most they can do is try to make me as comfortable as possible until...
p: until. yeah. how long do you have?
e: months, maybe. if im lucky, a year.
p: you can accomplish a lot in a year!
e: i pretty much live at the hospital
phil slid his phone out of his pocket when it vibrated. he held it under the desk and quickly scanned elodie's message. his heart sank.
p: when was the last time you left?
e: a couple months ago. being active makes things worse. my parents decided i should stay in bed. inside. until.
elodie looked out the window by her bed longingly. golden sunlight and red autumn leaves. this had always been her favorite time of year. she loved the chilly bite in the air, the sound of leaves crunching under her boots. she broke a little more when she realized that she had probably experienced those things for the last time.
p is typing...
