"Are you going to die?" Charlotte asked, sniffing as she wiped away his tears.
"Charlotte, I told you a hundred times already…no. I just... I'm ill, you know." James said as she grabbed his hand again.
"But you didn't move all day." She placed her head on James' chest. "It's like your heart is still beating, but you're not in your body."
"Charlotte, when people are sick, they rest. And I'm resting now, so please go do whatever you want and let me get better." He patted her head, but she didn't answer, she just started crying again.
"But what if—" she sniffled, looking up at James. "What if I never see you again?"
What is it with this girl? She just doesn't understand...
"Are you going to do this every time I feel bad?"
"Yes." She replied instantly, then rested her head against him again.
