"How are you doing?" I ask. "Better now that you're here." Chris jokes. I smile as I walk over to his side. I lean down and hug him. And as I'm pulling away he pushes me back down and kisses me. I feel my cheeks getting hot as we pull apart. He flashes me a smile and I get even redder. "You're cute when you blush." he laughs. I punch him lightly on the arm, grinning. And then I remember what the doctor said. And my stomach twists into a knot. I pinch myself as I sit down, wanting it to be a dream. "So...I'm guessing they told you, didn't they?" Chris asks. I look away from him as I nod my head. "Is it really bad?" he asks quietly. "...yes." I croak. Chris grabs my hand and holds it. "How long..." he trails off. "maybe only a couple days or possibly a week." I answer. I feel my lip tremble, so I bite down on it. "Will you stay with me?" he asks. I smile through my tears, "Of course."
