Worried

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"She's going to be alright." Mom reassures me. "God has her."

"you don't think I know that Mom? Belle has a tumor that is killing her. This surgery could end her. And the last thing I said to her was her first, middle, and last name." I say. "I- I need Ansel."

"Ansel went back to New York. You know that," Mom explained.

"GET OUT. ANSEL WAS JUST HERE. HE WAS JUST-" I paused. Tears streamed down my face. "Theo is down stairs. Can you get him for me?"

She nods leaving the room.

Theo had to be with me. He was the only one to keep me sane right now.

"do you need a friend?" his deep voice sounded from the doorway. He sat next beside me. "Belle is going to be okay, I promise."

"I wish I could say the same." I say doubtfully. "Theo, if Belle dies... I need you to tell Ansel. He won't believe me."

"Shai, Shai." his hand touches the blonde highlight in my hair.

I come face to face with him. "I..."

We kissed.

I back away pressing my hand on his chest firmly."Ansel isn't here to support me nor Belle. All he can do is hold a grudge."

"so..."

"Show me that you can love me the correct way. With Belle."

"I can show you now." he kisses me again, lifting my chin. As he parted his lips from the intense kiss, spit trailed from our mouths. I nuzzle my head into his shoulder, hugging him. "Belle is okay."

Nurse Bradco walked in with Dr. Kleen. Blood was sprawled all over her smock. Her green eyes stared into mine.

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