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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 19:29:37 GMT
*Looks at the doctor* Please tell me what's wrong with my wife.. I beg you..
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 19:33:38 GMT
Goes to see her mom.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 20:23:06 GMT
*Watches Emma walk away and listens to what the doctor has to say* Uhuh.. yes.. *lumb in his throat* And.. *coughs* How are the survival rates? How do we threat it?
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Post by Neal Leopold Nolan on Sept 9, 2014 20:23:27 GMT
*Wakes up* Dad? *half asleep sits up*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 20:30:57 GMT
*Turns around and gives his son a weak smile, walks up to him and scoops him up to his hip, Neal lays his head down on his shoulder. He turns back to the doctor* Sorry, you were talking.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 20:31:31 GMT
85%.. that's good.. good. *nods, thinking, rubbing Neal's back trying to get him back to sleep* Where do we get the bone marrow?
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Post by Neal Leopold Nolan on Sept 9, 2014 20:32:08 GMT
*moves in his father's arms, doesn't want to go to sleep*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 20:34:34 GMT
*To Neal* Go back to sleep, buddy *Looks at the doctor* A stranger or a blood relative? Neal is too young.. So that only leaves Emma. *nods to the doctor* Thank you so much for your time, but I like to see my wife and daughter now.*shakes hands and doctor walks away*
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Post by Neal Leopold Nolan on Sept 9, 2014 20:35:17 GMT
*Tired* I wanna go to mommy..
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 20:35:58 GMT
*Smiles* We'll right now, okay?
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Post by Neal Leopold Nolan on Sept 9, 2014 20:36:37 GMT
*nods, closing his eyes*
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