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[frenchmadelyn]

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“You can’t make me go.” She smirked her brows raising in defiance as she curled in on herself on the couch, grabbing a blanket to pull around herself. The journey here had been a scary one already, but even more so finding out not only was the man that is supposed to be her father here but also that he was laying in a hospital bed after being shot.

Some how she was needed to someone she didn’t even know. His life rested in her decision to help or not and as she thought about how she could decide his fate her eyes welled with tears. “I don’t want to be the one to make this choice.” Her lips drooping into a pout as she tried to hide her whimper, “I don’t even know him and I have to choose to save his life or not.” She sniffled, wiping her nose across the sleeve of her sweat shirt, “it’s cruel.”

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