Chapter eleven

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Phil's POV-


The next day I wake up in a good mood. I get dressed and wait for someone to come give me breakfast. The person who comes, however, is not who I expected. Dominika cones into the room. Her short brown hair is messier than usual and she looks tired. Really tired. 

"Dom!" I exclaim, probably unintelligibly. I hug her tightly and she hugs back weakly. 

"Hi Phil!" She mouths. I smile. 

Where have you been?

I sign.

Phil, i need to tell you something. 

She signs sadly, worry in her eyes. 

What's wrong? 

I ask, puzzled and slightly worried. 

I might die. 

My face falls.i stare at her for a moment, before signing:

Why? 

She sighs. 

I have heart disease. I got told when I went to hospital. I took time off to think, before I decided coming back and telling you was the best thing to do.  

She explains. Tears flood my eyes and I hug her tightly. 

"I don't want you to die" I try to say. She seems to sort of understand what I'm saying and looks at me with soft eyes. 

"I don't want me to die either"

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