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I’m here for my brother.

Author: Ava
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-14 23:34:00

Ava's POV

The sterile white lights of the hospital corridor seemed to blur, stretching into an endless tunnel as I walked—no, rushed—toward the surgical waiting lounge. Each step felt heavy, like I was sinking deeper and deeper into a pool of ice water, every muscle protesting the chilling dread that was coiling in my gut. My phone was clutched in trembling fingers, the cold metal digging into my sweaty palm, its screen dark, a mirror to the sudden, suffocating void that had opened within me.

My breath caught in my throat, a ragged gasp that sounded alien in the hushed quiet of the hospital, when I finally reached the nurse’s station. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh, unforgiving glow on the pale, anxious faces around me.

"I’m here for my brother," I managed to choke out, my voice raw and breathy, as if I’d run a marathon. "Elizabeth… Elizabeth Sinclair. He was in surgery. How is he? Is he out? Can I see him?" The words tumbled out, desperate, a frantic plea
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