Late

'' What, what, what?!'' he shouts in fright
'' when was the last time you saw a doctor?''
'' what?! the the hell is wrong?!''
'' Louis... oh Louis...''
'' Please...''
'' dont you know... her doctor should have told you, when was the last time you went?''
'' i was on tour whe El went''
'' and she did not tell you anything?''
''tell me what?!''
she quiets
'' tell me what?!'' he screams as tears fall from is eyes ''... what?'' softly whispers
'' one might... die..''
'' one what?! who?!'' his voice gets rough, his cheeks burn bright red along with his glassy, teary eyes.
'' its either your wife... or the baby...''
he drops to the floor with his hands covering his face. he sides his wet hands off of him and claps them together, resting on his nose.
'' Dear lord...dont do this! dont do this to me!'' he screams '' please! oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, lord, lord,lord! please forgive my sins! just help me! oh help me! oh!...''

i look over at Thomas, his face is just like the rest of ours. pitty. we lood down at Louis with puppy dog faces and glassy eyes as he moans on the floor.

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