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"Chris, I really am getting scared with you in these centers. I just want you better." Marissa said quietly as she rocked Trish and stared into Chris' dilated eyes. He just stared back, unblinkingly, but staring.
"Well then...I'll see you in the morning, this little on Is a little tired." Chris finally smiled and nodded. Marissa kissed him quickly before putting Trish on her hip and smiling at Chris sadly one last time.
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"Mr. Whitley? Mr. Whitley?" Chris opened his eyes to see two blurry figures. They were, no doubt, doctors. He leaned up a little and felt a pinch in his right arm then he fell into darkness and silence......peace.
At around 5 P.M, Chris awoke to rain pouring outside. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at the rainbow falling on the floor. It seemed to bring hope...hope that would possibly...maybe....going out on a limb....be the last time he had to be in such a horrible, draining, confusing.....frustrating place.
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"Mommy, why didn't Daddy come home with us?" Asked five year old Trish, who knew nothing of her's father addiction and illness.
"Because sweetie...your Daddy is having a lo of problems right now and he needs to fix them, he'll be home soon even if I have to drag him back.. I promised sweetie. Give him another week or two, you'll have him back for a few days but its still a process and honey, if he gets sick again like thus...you need to be there for him...always." Trish nodded determinedly. She loved her father with every moral in her being and she wasn't going to let him stay sick for long. She'd get her father back......and whatever...whoever was doing this to him.....would pay.......and would sure as heck not win.