"What is it?" asked Phoebe angrily as the elevator doors to Cole's Penthouse opened. Like usual the place was a mess. "A hunger strike?" she asked sarcastically as she looked at Cole who was sprawled out on the sofa, coughing a dry cough. He had lost a significant amount of weight between now, and the last time she had seen him. In addition, some type of mysterious purple rash had broken out on his on his skin. It eerily resembled what she had seen on countless men around San Francisco ten, fifteen years ago. It can't be she thought to herself.
"There is something you should know," he quietly said, his blue eyes gazing into her own. "I did some things years ago, without thinking that this could happen to me," he paused as he looked at the reddish purple spots on his arm, "I was under the impression that since I was part demonic that I wasn't susceptible, I was wrong."
"Is there anything I could do?" Phoebe nervously asked as the realization began to gradually set in.
"Get tested, and if things come out the wrong way, get treatment. Live your life Phoebe."
"But what about you? I can't just let you die like this. We can find a doctor," she said as she sat down on the sofa and placed his head, which felt warmer than usual in her lap.
"It is too late for me," Cole said as he placed her cool hands on his forehead, and then closed his eyes.
"It is not," she said as she stroked his head and thought about what can be done. "There are all kinds of medications now, like protease inhibitors, this shouldn't be a problem," she said although he seemed to have fallen asleep. She continued to contemplate what could be done. There was that gypsy they had helped, who also happened to have been a doctor. Perhaps she could do something? Maybe they could find another doctor they could trust? How was she going to explain all this to her sisters? This was all too much to deal with right now so she simply back and closed her eyes as he had done.
"Cole" she said, unsure of how long she had been asleep for, "Cole wake up," she said shaking him more, his body felt cold, limp. "Please wake up," she said as she cradled him hoping he would wake up, but somehow knowing he wouldn't.