Chapter Twenty-Seven

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I raced on the wet street to my mother's house.

If Alessia called for a 'stranger', something is definitely wrong.

Parking the car, I ran through the rain into the house.

Alessia is standing in a corner watching the scene.

Michele lay unconscious on the ground.

No bruises. No cuts. No blood.

I tried to find his pulse but it was barely there.

My mother is in the kitchen speaking to the hospital.

I raised his chest and notice the stitches on his skin located over where his lungs are suppose to be.

I checked his pockets and saw pills.

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Waiting in the waiting room for Michele's family to arrive, I hugged my Alessia I never went without seeing for so long.

The doctor came out of his room and said, "The chemo has weaken his body."

THAT WAS THE CONCLUSION.

Michele has cancer.

Appeared, his mother and sister both running in the hall, crying.

"Is my son okay?" Michele's mother asked.

"He's stable but weak."

Michele's mother began crying harder as her daughter held her.

They went to see him.

Then my mother.

Then I.

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I sat on the comfortable lounge chair and began speaking.

"You have cancer, should have guess something was off but I don't like to jump to conclusions. The questions I am curious to know were how long you were diagnosed? Were you trying to get me to say 'I love you' before you die? You were willing to keep this a secret from me? Is this the reason why you are so emotional since I am back?"

I'm talking to a sleeping person.

I got up to leave when a weak voice said, "I was diagnosed 2 years ago, lung cancer. Yes I tried to force you to say you love me because I don't have much time the doctors said I have less than a month to live. I was hoping to die without much people knowing. I wasn't important, it won't matter. I am emotional because the woman I love is not mines to love."

Michele stared at the ceiling.

"I hope you have a good slumber."

I said leaving his room.

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