Please, Make It Stop.

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"AMÉLIE!" I quickly shout.
I drop my cup of coffee and rush inside

"AMÉLIE?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHO WAS ON THE PHONE?!"

"The doctor was on the phone"

"AND?!"

"He said my results from the check up are in."

"So?! Tell me what did he say"

She stoped talking.

"Amélie tell me!" I say while shaking her begging for an answer

"He-He said that things aren't looking good."

"Oh petit ami, sweetie"

"He said that I will have to stay in the hospital"

"Quoi?! How long do you have to stay in?!"

"At least two months. It's for therapy."

"What therapy?"

"Skin cancer therapy"

"Pauvre chose, Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Please, Make sure that the house is protected and that it is clean."

"My pleasure Amélie"

"I need to lay down I don't feel so good"

"C'mon. Lay down on the couch while I pack your bag. I'll also book you a taxi."

                               3 hours later

"Ok Amélie your taxi is downstairs I'll lead you down"
We walk down the stairs. I have to hold her tight cause the shock has ruined her.

When we reach downstairs I put all the bags inside and head back up after I make sure that Amélie is safe inside the taxi.

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