Marietta’s POV“For real? You’ve been sick and don’t think I should know”?” Bella asked, stunned.“I–”“Do I mean this little to you?” Bella lashed. Pacing about, she stood firm. “I must have been so stupid. How come I overlooked that?” “Bella, I’m sorry,” I stuttered.“When did you find out?” She asked. “Last week,” I answered. “Seriously Marietta. What were you thinking? I’m your best friend.” she said, wiping off my tears.“I don’t want to scare you. And I don’t want to die now, Bella.” I burst into laughter. “What are your chances?” Bella asked, swallowing hard.“The doctor said it's fifty-fifty chance,” I stuttered.“Oh, Etta my dear,” Bella patted my back.“You will undergo the surgery. In my hospital, very soon.” Bella picked up her bag and aimed towards the door.“Bella, the doctor said I might not survive it,” I cried out.“So you want us to sit and do nothing?” Bella questioned.“Bella I can die,” I repeated.“Get a grip on yourself, girl!” Bella lashed out.Motioning to
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