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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:45:20 GMT -5
*In another room, Marc's mother was doing the same exact thing.
"Madame," the doctor said gently.
"He is awake, and was asking for you."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:54:13 GMT -5
*She stood, collecting herself as best she could.*
"Take me to him." *She said softly.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:57:39 GMT -5
*Nodding, the doctor led Marianne to the next room over--Marc was lying in bed, the covers pulled up so that only his head, shoulders and arms were uncovered. He lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.*
"Monsieur Desmarais, your wife is here."
*Marc turned his head, the look he gave Marianne hard to describe.*
"Thank you."
*With a bow of his head, the doctor left the room*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 22:58:46 GMT -5
*Marianne suddenly found herself struck mute. The fear, the nerves, the utter helplessness... there were no words.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 23:05:13 GMT -5
*Marc stared at Marianne, looking lost and feeling it*
"This isn't fair. It's...Fate can't be that cruel..."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 23:07:21 GMT -5
*She looked down.*
"It can, and it has been. I shouldn't have expected it to stop." *Her voice was horribly hollow.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 23:09:38 GMT -5
"Marianne...I'm so sorry. I had so many plans..."
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 23:11:39 GMT -5
*She sighed, afraid to come any closer for fear she'd catch it herself and then give it to the children.*
"My mother died of the fever."
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 23:20:09 GMT -5
*He nodded, biting his lip*
"I was so hoping to see them grow up." He said miserably.
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 23:22:46 GMT -5
*She looked at him.*
"You can't leave me here." *She said, her voice no longer hollow but breaking with emotion.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 16, 2008 23:27:47 GMT -5
"I don't want to leave."
*He sounded the same, trying to fight back all the emotion that was threatening*
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 19, 2008 20:48:34 GMT -5
*She attempted to hold back the sobs but it was useless, and despite his sickness she couldn't help but collapse onto him, letting fly wracking sobs that shook her entire, fragile body.*
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Post by Marc Desmarais on Oct 19, 2008 20:51:50 GMT -5
*Weakly, he put one arm around her, wishing he could give her some form of comfort. But it was useless--it wasn't as though he could say he'd get better when he damn well wasn't going to. As they both lay there like that, all he could think of were the people he was leaving behind--his wife, his new children, his parents and a sibling he'd never meet. And then, all was quiet, and Marc was still *
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Post by Marianne Desmarais on Oct 19, 2008 21:30:38 GMT -5
"No, no Marc don't..." *But it was too late. Amid her unintelligible cries, she had to be forcibly dragged away, sedated until she was still.*
*Something was very near to breaking within her, if it had not been broken already.*
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