"Hey! Raivis…can you come over? I-cough- have something to tell you" Peter murmured into a phone, as he layed in a hospital bed. "But…-cough- I'm not at my place…"
"W-well s-sure…w-where e-exactly are y-you?" Raivis noticed his best friend wasn't acting like himself.
"Erm…I'm in London…at the…um…Hospital."
"H-hospital?"The older boy gasped. "O-okay…I'll tell that I'm leaving…"
"Okay. Thank you, Raivis." Peter sounded a bit happier. Then hung up. Raivis put the phone down and sighed.
-OoO-
Raivis walked up to Peter's room, the poor boy was terrified to hear about what has happened to the boy. He hadn't seen him in two months. Two months after two month's he gets a phone call from his best friend who is in the Hospital. Once he got to the door. He sighed and knocked on it.
"Come in…" Peter said softly and audible for Raivis to hear. The Latvian entered the British's room. He looked at the boy laying in a Hospital bed. Raivis ran up to him.
"W-what's wrong? Are y-you h-hurt?" Raivis stuttered, standing beside him. Peter coughed and smiled sadly.
"I'm dying…"
"D-dying? W-what?...N-no y-you c-can't be? How long have you b-been l-like t-this?" Raivis started to tear up.
"Two months…"
"Two months…?...You've b-been l-like this for two months and you haven't called me?" Raivis whimpered then started to sob. Falling to his knees. The Latvian looked up at him. "H-how long b-before y-you…die…?" Peter smiled a little more.
"Luckily…3 more months…" He whispered. "You're the last person to know I'm dying…why? Because I want to spend my last moments with you…my best friend. Everyone else knows about my soon death…even the other Baltic's know…Ivan knows… Arthur, Mama, and Papa told everyone. But they allowed me to call you."
This made Raivis smile and sniffle. "That means something to me…" Peter coughed.
"Maybe we can hang out tomorrow…after my therapy…"The young boy smiled.
"Sure. I'd love to."