PHOEBE
there's a bulletproof bond
Phoebe waited quietly as Melita took in the news, a small frown curving her lips. It was hard news to take in, hard news to tell someone. But Melita was strong, and she did not break, even with the weight of her diagnosis on her shoulders. She fell silent, thoughtful - but there were no tears, no bargaining, no requests for it to be double checked. But when she spoke, Phoebe sighed, knowing her words would bring no comfort.
"It is possible." she said softly. "I've been researching it, trying to find an answer, a cure or something but...I'm a bit stuck at the moment." she admitted, looking down at her own trembling fingers. It was one thing to remember Frey's words, that she wasn't failing everyone. But it was much harder to accept when faced with a friend who was looking death in the face. "I'm sorry."
"It is possible." she said softly. "I've been researching it, trying to find an answer, a cure or something but...I'm a bit stuck at the moment." she admitted, looking down at her own trembling fingers. It was one thing to remember Frey's words, that she wasn't failing everyone. But it was much harder to accept when faced with a friend who was looking death in the face. "I'm sorry."
between me and you
