Three Days To Live.

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Parts 6
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Parts 6
Time 32m

"Are you the only family of Hallie?" The doctor asked him. 
    
    "Y-yes." He sighed pushing his sweaty hair behind with his tired bloody fingers. 
    
    "Who are you, may I ask? Her brother?" The doctor asked lowly, his white hair and thick moustache making  Bradley sweat. 
    
    "No. I'm her father." He simply replied. 
    
    "You seem young. Where is the mother?" The old doctor asked slightly disgusted by Bradley. 
    
    "Dead." He sniffed. His head started to spin. The doctor was asking too many questions.
    
    "I'm sorry to hear that." The doctor cleared his throat mentally slapping himself for asking such a grim question. This made it harder for him to tell this 22 year old boy. 
    
    "Your daughter has stomach cancer. Last stage." He said softly. His stomach doing back flips looking at Bradley's face fall.
    
    "How long does she have doctor?"  Bradley shook his head locking his hands above it. 
    
    "She is dying Bradley. She has about three days to live."
    
    
    Just three days to live. 
                
    
    
    
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"Are you the only family of Hallie?" The doctor asked him. 
    
    "Y-yes." He sighed pushing his sweaty hair behind with his tired bloody fingers. 
    
    "Who are you, may I ask? Her brother?" The doctor asked lowly, his white hair and thick moustache making  Bradley sweat. 
    
    "No. I'm her father." He simply replied. 
    
    "You seem young. Where is the mother?" The old doctor asked slightly disgusted by Bradley. 
    
    "Dead." He sniffed. His head started to spin. The doctor was asking too many questions.
    
    "I'm sorry to hear that." The doctor cleared his throat mentally slapping himself for asking such a grim question. This made it harder for him to tell this 22 year old boy. 
    
    "Your daughter has stomach cancer. Last stage." He said softly. His stomach doing back flips looking at Bradley's face fall.
    
    "How long does she have doctor?"  Bradley shook his head locking his hands above it. 
    
    "She is dying Bradley. She has about three days to live."
    
    
    Just three days to live. 
                
    
    
    
    ©Copyrights Reserved.

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