Justin

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The crying woke me up; it was pretty late, around..four am.
"Ugh. Justin, it's your turn," Jessica complained, slurring her words due to just waking up.
"I know. Midnight to 5 am," I said, sitting up and popping my back
I grabbed my glasses and put them on as I walked upstairs to Jason and Justines Nursery.
It was Jason crying; he was standing up in his crib, holding onto the side of it.
"Hey buddy," I whispered, trying not to wake Justine up. "Do you have a poopy diaper?"
No, if it were true, I would have smelled it instantly.
I grabbed him from under his armpit,s and lifted him, and rested him on my hip.
"Did you have a nightmare?" I'm not expecting a response. He can't talk yet.
He just held onto me, crying. His cheeks got red, and his tears made his star Onesie wet.
I sat in a nearby chair and held him close to my chest and began to rub his back.
"It's going to be okay, pup" I said calmly "I promise"

Sabrina snapped me out of my thoughts.

The waiting room was depressing compared to the human one. It just had posters on the walls for funeral homes. Not a good sight.
"I can't believe it," I muttered to myself, "my son...purposefully eating chocolate."

Why would he poison himself like this? is he ill in the head or something? No..that can't be right, and Jessie and I are good parents; this stuff doesn't happen to kids with good parents..maybe someone was forcing him to eat it?
Sabrina was sitting next to me, rubbing my back to help calm me down.
"This whole situation is crazy," she muttered softly as not to upset my sensitive ears. "Have you ever noticed him acting strangely?"
I shook my head no. I never noticed, or I did and just ignored it.
"Mr.Pearl?" the nurse from earlier called on me, "Your son is awake. You can see him."
I stood up and told Sabrina to stay here while I spoke to him.
The walk to his room was longer then before.
When I entered, I finally saw Jason entirely for the first time in a while.
He was thin, very thin, pretty pale, and his eyes had slight bags under them.
His hair was also a mess, and the tubes in him weren't helping the perception of him.
I walked over to him and sat in a chair next to the bed.

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