Gwen
Gwen sat with Dom on the stairs of Billy's house, reading through their scene, while Billy and Orlando were having a mock sword fight in the next room.
"But I..." Gwen stopped and held a hand over her heart, breathing heavily.
"Are you ok?" Dom asked, looking at her in concern.
She shook her head. "I... I don't..."
Dom jumped up and yelled out as she slumped forward, and Billy and Orlando came running out, looking concerned.
"Call someone! She's... I don't know, but get help!"
Orlando nodded and ran off to phone an ambulance.
~*~*~*~
"Someone should call Mordred," Dom said softly.
"How long has she... had this?" Billy asked.
"Doctor said the best part of a year. Been building up," Dom replied, watching the steady rise and fall of Gwen's chest as she breathed.
"And how long has she known?" Orlando spoke up, his voice hoarse.
"A month, maybe a bit more."
Gwen's eyes opened slowly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. Her face was deathly white, and her fingers curled weakly around the bed sheets.
"Gwen?" Billy said softly.
A small smile spread across Gwen's lips.
"I guess its out, right? Doctor said I was dying?"
"Why didn't you tell us?" Dom asked.
"I don't know. Denial, maybe? I thought I'd be ok, I thought my mutation, and the Apple of the Sun would do something... but, it didn't. It... counter acted."
"Does Mordred know?" Orlando pressed.
"No, I never found the right moment to tell him. I... I should do it soon."
"Have you been told... how long?" Billy said, holding her hand.
"Not long now, I'm guessing," Gwen replied, smiling slightly as she weakly squeezed his hand.
"Gwen, please don't joke at a time like this," Orlando pleaded.
"What else can I do? It's either that or cry."