I was sitting in my room reading a book, when my door slammed wide opened and in walked Conrad.
I placed the book down, sensing he needed to share something important.
"Conrad what's wrong". I asked concern lacing my tone.
For a minute Conrad looked like he was going to say something, but he broke down it tears and was gasping for breath.
I quickly dropped down to the floor.
"Conrad look at me, what's happening".
"I can't breathe", he choked out
"Conrad I need you to focus on me, can you do that".
Once I was sure he understood what I was saying.
I placed his hand on my chest, letting him feel the deep breathes I was taking.
After a few minutes had passed, his breathing had started to calm down.
"Do you want to talk about it", I asked.
"My mum's cancer, it's back".
A million thoughts raced through my mind. But I settled for asking him how long he had known.
"Since the start of summer".
I wanted to tell Conrad, I was sorry. But I knew he wouldn't want that.
"Conrad your mum is a fighter, she'll recover".
"You think so", he quietly asked.
"I know so".
I felt Conrad lean his head on my shoulder, we stayed like that all night, sometimes all we need is a shoulder to lean on.
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