꧁༺ƈɦǟքȶɛʀ 18༻꧂
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As I was cleaning the dishes after lunch, I heard my phone ring. It was from a hospital.
Huh.
I picked it up and answered.
"Hello?"
"Is this Caroline (insert last name here) ?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'd like to inform you that your sister does not have the flu, but a much worse condition."
Oh no.
Please no.
"Can she be healed?"
"Yes, but she's very weak at the moment. She's constantly sleeping and under watch."
"Sir, as much as I don't want to know...
Is it fatal?"
"...
Yes, but with proper treatment, she can hopefully live."
(How about a 'no')
I sigh with relief.
"Do you wish me to send some money to pay for her treatment? She's in current financial difficulty, and I don't mind."
"That would be very nice of you miss. I'll call daily to update you on her state, is that alright for you ma'am?"
"Yes, that's alright," I reply, sighing and hanging up.
I stare at the staircase. I don't want to worry Harmonia. I stare at Clay, who seemed to be listening. The two of us then nod in unison to not speak about this to Moni.
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Fanfiction[TW: CURSING] This is an OC story. But feel free to put it as a reader story! But there are no ships. Puffy's sister is having a rough time right now. Her husband is in jail for something he didn't do, and she lost her job. She can't supply much for...
