"Okay okay, I'll open it. He's not doing to well, Ari." she said to me. I crawled inside his cage with him and looked at his stitches on his leg.
"Carson? Are you okay?" I asked, lying down next to him. He opened his eyes.
"Ari? Is that you?" he asked, lifting his head.
"Woah, Carson hold still. You're okay." I said. I was so happy to hear him talk. I was the only one who could hear him, but it made me feel a thousand times better.
"How do you feel?" I asked. He closed his eyes again.
"Mm... I'm okay. A little sore, but I feel better than I did at the park. What's wrong with me? Did you hear?" he asked, anxiously.
"Well, you have cancer, Cars. They don't think you will make it." I said, wishing I hadn't told him.
"I will make it, Ari. I will. Trust me okay?" he said, pawing my side.
Chapter 8: Bringing Him Home
They allowed us to bring Carson home two days later. He had to be carried outside, and he wasn't allowed to play. I stayed by his side the whole time, and reassured him that the pills he was taking would make him live longer.
Amanda, on the other hand, was a huge wreck. She could barely stand to be around him. After a little while, when Carson was able to walk, he would walk over to her and she would begin to cry. He would try his best to act normal around her, as to not make her sad. He would bring over a toy, and she would toss it for him, only to watch him walk to go retrieve it. He would want to jump on her lap, but he couldn't make it. Sooner and sooner he began to get better.
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