"Jaqk, wake up!"
I wake to Monique bursting into our bedroom, her face drenched with tears. It takes me a minute to come around, but once I meet her worried eyes, I can't look away.
"What? What's going on?"
Monique starts to say something but doesn't manage any more than, "It's...it's happened again," before her legs buckle.
I leap of bed when she lands on her knees. I hoist her under her arms as her head falls limply on my chest. She sobs while I fruitlessly try to carry her to the bed.
When I give up (she’s not heavy; I’m just a weakling), I stroke her hair, doing my best to comfort her. We have a seat on the ground and embrace as she cries into my shoulder.
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