“I told you, I’m gonna die! I only have a few weeks to live!” she said,
feeling a little bit better that she had told someone. But she felt rotten
for telling the person it would hurt most.
“Oh my, God! Leela, that’s horrible! It’s isn’t can’t
die,” he said, still not being able to believe it. He held her closely and
she felt safe in his arms.
“But I will ‘s no stopping it,” she said, her crying slowing down.
“How do you know your gonna die?” Fry said, looking down at her.
“‘t you think you would know if a bunch of professional doctors
told you so?” she said, growing tired of feeling like she was helpless.
Fry ignored her comment and held her even closer. She could hear his heart
beating and she managed to listen to it for quite some time before sleep
came over her. Fry stood there for what seemed like hours, but was only
minutes before he had realized this. He carried her to over to her bed and
lied her down to sleep. He covered her up and watched her for a moment,
wondering if it was another dream or if this was reality. He started to
walk out of the door into the hallway when he heard her speak.