"Hey, how did your appointment go?" Shawn asked as Juliet walked in the front door of their home.
Jules stuttered before breaking out in tears.
Shawn ran over and held her as her head buried into his shoulder.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm... The doctor said... I'm dying, Shawn."
He took in a sharp breath as his brain registered what she said.
"Are you sure that's what he said? Maybe he's wrong." he led them over to the couch.
"The MRI scans are pretty confident."
Shawn stared into the distance.
"It's okay, Jules. We will figure something out. You'll be alright."