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I don’t give a damn who’s watching!

Penulis: Ava
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Ava's POV

The air inside the ICU waiting area was thick with the weight of quiet prayers and the heavy silence of heartbreak. I sat hunched over on a cold plastic bench, a paper cup of untouched coffee growing colder in my hands, a bitter mockery of comfort. My eyes stung with the constant burn of unshed tears, my soul ached with a profound, terrifying helplessness.

Eli was still inside, behind the closed glass doors. The steady, rhythmic beep of machines was a constant, fragile metronome of his life, a sound that both terrified and anchored me. Doctors, their faces grim and tired, moved around him in a silent, methodical dance, their very movements a chilling testament to the severity of his condition. When I had asked one of them what his chances were, her gaze had fallen, her words a quiet, devastating finality. "He needs a miracle."

I was trying to hold on to that word, to that faint, flickering hope, trying to build a fortress of faith in a place where none existed.

Until the
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