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Chapter 8: Ten seconds

Author: Rolando
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-21 13:45:50

Emily’s POV

And just like that, the doctor walked out, leaving me sitting there, frozen.

I don’t even remember how I made it out of his office. One minute, I was crying to him and the next, I was walking down the hallway with tears streaming down my cheeks.

Everything around me felt like a blur, from the white walls, to the faint beeping of machines somewhere down the corridor. My chest ached, and my throat burned from trying not to sob too loudly.

By the time I reached the lobby, my legs were trembling. I sank onto one of the chairs and buried my face in my hands. I was shaking so badly I could barely breathe.

What was I supposed to do now?

Where on earth was I going to find that kind of money? Seven thousand dollars.

I pressed my hands to my face, trying to steady myself, but the tears wouldn’t stop. All I could think about was my grandmother lying there, needing help, needing me and I had nothing.

I felt utterly devastated by the doctor’s words and helplessness, the thought of my
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