elodie leaned away from the toilet in hung her head, trying to catch her breath. everything hurt, and a sharp throb was screaming between her temples.
her phone chimed once more. phil.
they'd been talking so much lately. stupid questions, like "which pokemon is the best?", and also meaningful ones, like the time he had asked her if she was afraid to die.
should she tell him that she was getting worse? that she likely only had a handful of weeks left?
she crawled back into bed and reached for her phone with trembling hands. her eyes were wet and her throat stung with the acidic taste of sick.
e: hi, sorry
p: oh my god hi i was so worried. are you okay?
e: there's something i should tell you.
