Days turned into a week and a week turned into two weeks as her sickness got worse though her relationship with Chris got stronger and stronger as they spent more time talking... When they could though she would normally start talking in his head so she didn't have to speak and he could talk to her out load. Slowly the poison worked threw her vanes and tortured her slowly and she realized that her days were limited... though she didn't tell Chris that until she couldn't stand it anymore and had to tell him. "Chris... Can we... Talk?" Diea murmured out load since Chris was in the kitchen and she knew she wouldn't be able to withstand talking to him in his head when they were about two rooms apart though she also knew he could hear her clearly.