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Post by Copper on Jan 21, 2015 21:02:26 GMT
June climbed out of the fireplace, glancing around. She guessed that Izzy and Alfred has gone to bed.
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Jan 21, 2015 21:04:03 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 21, 2015 21:04:03 GMT
Tessa stepped out after her, rubbing at a graze on her elbow. "Aunt June, how did they take it?"
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June soghed, closing her eyes briefly. "Not well. Your mother's starting to think it was her fault for not recognizing the signs."
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Jan 21, 2015 22:39:58 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 21, 2015 22:39:58 GMT
She twisted her hands together, feeling a surge of shame rush through her. She had spent more time with her sister than anyone else; if anyone ought to have spotted the signs it was her. And yet she had been so blind.
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Jan 21, 2015 22:50:56 GMT
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Post by Copper on Jan 21, 2015 22:50:56 GMT
June sat down on the couch, exhaustion evident in every muscle in her body as it relaxed. She allowed her usual straight back to fall into a slouch and closed her eyes. Im not as young as I used to be.
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Jan 21, 2015 22:55:24 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 21, 2015 22:55:24 GMT
Wordlessly, the girl made her way to the stairs, feeling the tangible sorrow in the air press down on her as she glanced up them. Perhaps her parents were asleep.
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Jan 21, 2015 22:57:08 GMT
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Post by Copper on Jan 21, 2015 22:57:08 GMT
June took a moment before gathering herself up. "I should go back and report. I... I'm sorry for your loss, Tessa."
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Jan 21, 2015 22:58:04 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 21, 2015 22:58:04 GMT
She nodded, glancing around but lowering her gaze to the floor as she spoke. "Thank you for bringing me, aunt June."
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Jan 22, 2015 1:02:25 GMT
Post by Copper on Jan 22, 2015 1:02:25 GMT
"No problem." She tossed a pinch of powered into the fire. "Give your parents my love, alright?"
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Jan 22, 2015 7:15:11 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 22, 2015 7:15:11 GMT
She dipped her head in silent agreement, watching her leave before starting the hesitant ascent up the stairs.
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Jan 25, 2015 16:14:27 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 25, 2015 16:14:27 GMT
Tessa sat on her bed, Nutmeg curled up beside her. She had been home for just a few days, and to her it felt like months had passed. In short, she felt like hell. The chemo was really starting to take effect, and she was constantly tired. She had lost her appetite again, and her skin had taken on a sickly hue. Looking in the mirror, she barely recognised herself in comparison with her appearance a few months ago.
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Jan 25, 2015 16:27:43 GMT
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Alfred knocked on his daughter's door. "Tessa? I have breakfast."
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Jan 25, 2015 16:29:20 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 25, 2015 16:29:20 GMT
"Come in, dad," she called, crossing her legs and murmuring an apology to her kitten, who was disturbed by the movement.
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Jan 25, 2015 16:35:22 GMT
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Post by Copper on Jan 25, 2015 16:35:22 GMT
Alfred pushed open the door, carrying a small tray of breakfast sausage and eggs. He glanced at the kitten, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. "Good morning, sweetheart."
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Jan 25, 2015 16:37:59 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 25, 2015 16:37:59 GMT
She returned the smile, although her heart sank as the smell of the food reached her. "Morning, dad. Thank you."
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Jan 25, 2015 16:44:37 GMT
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Post by Copper on Jan 25, 2015 16:44:37 GMT
He gently placed the tray on her nightstand, wondering how to ask the question that was popping into his mind. "So... How have you been since... That day?"
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Jan 25, 2015 16:46:18 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 25, 2015 16:46:18 GMT
"I'm okay," she spoke softly, focusing her attention on stroking Nutmeg. "Actually, I'd quite like to go back to school soon, if you and mum are okay with it."
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Jan 25, 2015 16:54:04 GMT
Post by Copper on Jan 25, 2015 16:54:04 GMT
Her father sighed, shifting on his feet. "It all depends on what makes you happier, Tessa. Just keep in mind that you'd have to pop out quite a bit to go see the doctors."
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Jan 25, 2015 16:57:21 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on Jan 25, 2015 16:57:21 GMT
"The Matron has told me everything I need to know for now," she replied, staring down at her lap. "As long as I take my pills every month then it should hopefully stop the tumour from growing. And then I can go in for radiotherapy to get rid of it." Hopefully, she added silently, all the while thinking of the Seer's predictions for her.
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Jan 25, 2015 16:59:59 GMT
Post by Copper on Jan 25, 2015 16:59:59 GMT
"I'll talk to your mother about it, then. Hopefully you'll be back with your friends by week's end."
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