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Écriture d'invention : A doctor puts his hand on his patient's arm and says, “You or the baby will survive. Not both. I'm sorry.”

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[...] At that very moment, she knows he will survive. She chokes back tears and focuses on her anger. That damned doctor failed to diagnose the cancer early enough and now that it is too late, he just appears fatalistic. want my baby to live, she mutters. The doctor's look is so expressive that it is as if he was saying : you will die. And as Lana reaches for the pocket knife she always keeps in her bag, she looks at him thinking : -And so will you. [...]

[...] So you see, when I tell you that this wedding was a catastrophy, I'm not understating it. Of course, you can be sure I'm not saying that because I'm Mia's lover. And after all, it's not my fault if I slightly stretched my leg when Mia's bestfriend ran past me . I've always been clumsy, you know - A doctor puts his hand on his patient's arm and says, « You or the baby will survive. Not both. I'm sorry ». Lana raises her eyes and stares at the doctor. She feels frozen. [...]

[...] Come on, fifteen minutes late. Lucas and Mia were just drawing out the pleasure. After all, it was their day, we were not in a hurry. I decided to grin and bear it, observing the guests around me. An old lady had chosen a canary yellow dress to brighten the ceremony. Another seemed to compete with a Queen Elisabeth in great shape, with a wide hat full of colorful feathers. A man with a sullen face and a dark suit stood out like a sore thumb. [...]

[...] I mean, I know what I'm saying is terrible, but I have to be honest with you : if you decide to fight against your cancer and start a chemotherapy, then we'll have to make a therapeutic abortion. But if you absolutely want to save your baby, then we'll wait four more weeks and provoke the childbirth. But it will be too late to save you . Lana clenches her fists. It can't be true. She looks down and gently strokes her belly. [...]