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AbbieNoel
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Alfred nodded, entering the room again and sighing softly. "Do not cry, Miss.. He will be just fine. He worries too, you know.. It's just that he shows it differently." He sat there for the longest time, his eyes looking over at the piano. "Would you mind playing me a piece?"
Gideon paced back and forth waiting on the doctor's call about Sebastian and the artificial coma. He flopped down on the couch, taking bites of the giant nacho supreme he had made. He turned on the TV, downing wine and letting the tears fall from his eyes. Sebastian wasn't supposed to die; He was supposed to be healthy. So why did he have all these health problems?
Gideon paced back and forth waiting on the doctor's call about Sebastian and the artificial coma. He flopped down on the couch, taking bites of the giant nacho supreme he had made. He turned on the TV, downing wine and letting the tears fall from his eyes. Sebastian wasn't supposed to die; He was supposed to be healthy. So why did he have all these health problems?