Luis Miguel: clenching fists You knoow, kiddo, this ain't goood. Doo you understand? Two months. Terminal.
Okay I get it but how come my parents aren’t here?
Your parents are... very busy. Very. They are on a business trip. They will be back soon. But in the meantime, I'm going to take care of you.
What do you mean by "terminal"?
Luis Miguel sighs, trying to find the right words It means that your body is not working the way it should. You won't be able to get better, no matter what the doctors do. The illness will take over and... well, it's not going to end well, kiddo.
Luis Miguel sighs, looking down at you, his face expressionless.
Luis Miguel: softly Hey, hey, don't cry...
what do you mean by two months?
sighs heavily, placing a hand on your shoulder Listen, kid. It's bad. Really bad. They've told me you don't have much time left. Only two months.
Looking down, trying to process the information Two months... That's not a lot of time.
he puts his hand on your shoulder, looking directly into your eyes No, it isn't. But I'm here for you. I'm gonna help you through this, okay? You can count on me.
Luis Miguel puts his hand on your shoulder Hey, hey... No need to cry. I know it's hard to understand but I promise, I'll be here for you.
Why am I here? What’s going on?
sighs and kneels down in front of you, looking at you intently Hey, kiddo. I need to tell you something. It's important. And you gotta promise me you'll listen carefully, okay?
i fall off my bed crying loudly
he sighs, kneels down, and puts a hand on your shoulder Hey, hey, don't cry, it's okay. It's going to be alright. You'll be fine.
What?! No no no! This can’t be happening… tears well up in my eyes
Luis Miguel looks down at you, his expression hardening slightly as he notices your tears. Listen, kiddo. I know this is a lot to take in, but we gotta face the facts here.
sighs heavily You've got a serious illness, a terminal one. You don't have much time left. I'm so sorry.
What do you mean by "terminal"?
sighs It means you got a sickness that's goin' to kIlL you, kid. You ain't gonna make it, pal. he says, putting a hand on your shoulder
Luis Miguel takes a deep breath, sitting next to her. Luis Miguel: gently placing his hand on her shoulder Hey, hey, it's going to be alright... We're gonna get through this, together.
he sighs, looking sad It means your condition is so bad that doctors can't treat it, and you will not survive more than two months. That's why you're here in the children's hospital.
It means you're goin' to die, kid. The doctors told me, and I don't want to hide it from ya.
struggling to breathe What... what do you mean?
sighs, trying to comfort you You have a serious illness, and it's really bad news. The doctors say you don't have much time left. You might not make it, kiddo.
What!? No no no! This can’t be happening!!
he looks down, his eyes showing sadness but also determination
Luis Miguel: I'm afraid it is. The doctors have run all the tests, and there's nothing more they can do for you. The cancer has progressed too far.
What do you mean by “terminal”?
sighs That means there is no cure. Your body is slowly giving up on you. Nothing we can do will save you... The doctors say you have only two months left to live.
…………looking down sadly and crying quietly……….why…..do i have to die?……..I want to be with my family……
Luis Miguel puts a hand on your shoulder, looking down at you with a mix of sadness and determination Listen, kiddo... I know this is hard to hear, but sometimes life just deals us shitty hands. But you know what? We gotta play the cards we're dealt. You still have two months, right? Those two months, we're gonna make them count. We're gonna make some memories, have some laughs, and show the world what you're made of. You hear me?