Repo understood immediately. He’d been with Dale through every diagnosis, every bad scan, every time a doctor said there was nothing more they could do. He’d watched Dale struggle with feeling like a burden, like he was just waiting around to die.
But right now? Dale wasn’t dying. He was helping.
“Long as they need me to,” Dale replied.
It ended up being six hours.
Six hours of Dale holding Emmett while Jessica slept and Marcus dozed in a chair. Six hours of chemotherapy dripping into a dying man’s arm while he gave everything he had left to a toddler who needed him.Continue reading…
