I can't believe it...no, I don't want to believe it. He can't get sick, he still has many dreams and another, many will be hurt, Angel is one of them. He can't be gone yet.

Angel...

I stood up. "Angel should know this,"

"Harris, please. Don't."

I looked at him seriously. "I will let her know, Aven. Both of you will be hurt by what you are hiding." I said decisively.

He shook his head. "I can handle the pain. Don't make them suffer, please."

"No. You can't do nothing to get better, Aven! I won't let your disease kill you little by little without doing anything. They need to...