Mine Or His?

...Sebastian POV...

It is a very nervous Kati that is staring into my eyes and looking at me my pure horror set. It is with slow rather terrifying strides that I make my way over to her. In her hand, she is holding something that I cannot quite make out what it is. There is an indescribable feeling of both fear and excitement and on her face. She does not know what she should quite feel. 

Only a few seconds ago she got horribly sick. My first instinct is to think what I've told her so many times before that she should not drink that damn strawberry milk that she loves too much. My second instinct is to think that she has gotten very ill again because she has not been going for her chemo. Sometimes I wish she would just listen to me and now we are back to where we've been for so many times before.