My older brother, Toby Ellis, put out his cigarette and said in a low voice, "Are you done making a fuss?"I looked at him. When I was little, I used to be afraid of needles, and he would always hold me in his arms to cajole me, telling me not to be afraid because he was there for me.However, now that I was really sick, he no longer asked me if I was afraid or hurt. I nodded at him. "All right. I'll stop making any fuss."Everyone was taken aback to hear my reply, and my mother, Karen Ellis, looked at me cautiously. "What do you mean, Tessa?"I replied, "Nothing. I'll just stop making a fuss."Henry Smith started tearing up. "Don't do anything stupid again, Tessa."I started feeling tired as I looked at him. "I won't."However, none of them believed me. I returned to my room to get my identification papers, but Henry came into the room the moment I pulled out a drawer. He grabbed my wrist. "What are you planning to do with them?"I tried to pull my hand away from his. "Let g
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