"There hasn't been a case like mine so I don't know how much time I might have. Excuse me," she went to pick up the towel that was placed on top of the chair. Wiping the blood that she had coughed, she came back to the window, "You should go back Gregory."
But her brother who was young shook his head unhappily, "We might have not known and been together for a long time but you are my only sister and family. Though mother and father you and I are connected by blood, Sister Vivian and I won't allow this sickness to let you suffer."
Vivian turned back to look at the door which she felt had been tried to be opened from the outside, "You don't understand, I am dying," her words held pain in them as she voiced them out to him clearly, "The corruption of the heart...it is going to turn me into something I am not. I am going to be a threat to everyone around me."
"That doesn't mean we are sure about it."
