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The Hospital Call
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2026-07-08 00:24:06
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Quin's POVI sat beside Billie’s hospital bed through the long, suffocating night, listening to the mechanical rhythm of the heart monitor like it was a fragile lifeline I could will into permanence. The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft, eerie glow of machines—blue and green lines tracing the fragile proof that my sister was still here. Tyler had finally succumbed to exhaustion hours earlier, his head resting heavily against my shoulder, one hand loosely wrapped around my arm even in sleep. As if some part of him knew I was close to going off the edge.I envied him that brief escape. For a few hours, his mind could rest. While mine refused to.I could get the memory of Billie falling down the way she did.So I did the only thing I could. I opened the notes app on my phone and started a list. A desperate, foolish list of everything Billie still needed to experience before time ran out.Authentic Roman carbonara eaten at a tiny trattoria where the owner argued with customers.
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Quin's POVThe ambulance ride was the longest journey of my life.I sat wedged beside the stretcher, gripping Billie’s hand so tightly my fingers had gone numb. Her skin felt cool, too fragile, like it might bruise under the pressure. She still hadn’t woken up. The paramedics moved with brisk efficiency around us, speaking rapid Italian into radios while attaching monitors to her chest. The moment they arrived I had told them about her condition. The machines beeped in a steady rhythm that should have been reassuring.Instead, every beep sounded like a countdown.My mother sat across from me, crying silently, tears tracking down her face without sound. My father looked devastated —shoulders hunched, jaw locked, eyes fixed on his daughter as if willing her to open hers. And me? To say I was terrified was an understatement of the year.Death no longer felt like some distant shadow on the horizon. It was here, in this swaying ambulance, in the oxygen mask covering my sister’s face, in th
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Tyler's POVA few days later we all boarded a flight to Italy.Italy looked exactly like the postcards. Only better—richer, more vivid and impossibly alive.The moment our car crested the final hill and the Amalfi Coast unfolded beneath us, Billie burst into tears.Not the devastating kind we’d grown terrifyingly used to over the past week. These were bright, overwhelming happy tears. The kind that comes when a long-held dream steps out of your imagination and becomes real enough to touch.“Oh my God,” she breathed, stepping out onto the overlook. The afternoon sun painted the sea in liquid gold. Colorful houses clung defiantly to the cliffs, tumbling down toward the water like jewels spilled from a giant’s hand. Boats drifted lazily below, their sails bright against the blue.“Billie?” her mother asked softly, hovering close. My mother-in-law had barely left her daughter’s side since they were informed of her condition, as if proximity alone could ward off the inevitable.Billie laug
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Quin's POVI watched my parents in silence after Billie told them.The words still hung in the air like smoke after an explosion—thick, acrid, impossible to breathe through. For a long moment, no one moved. The penthouse, usually a fortress of controlled elegance, felt like it had been hollowed out.My mother stared at Billie as if the English language had suddenly betrayed her. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Denial flickered across her face, bright and fragile, before reality began to crush it.My father looked worse.Much worse.William McKenzie had built an empire on composure. He negotiated billion-dollar deals with the calm of a man ordering coffee. He stared down hostile boardrooms and market crashes without flinching. But right now, the indestructible William McKenzie was gone.He looked only at his daughter. His dying daughter."No," he said finally. The single word scraped out, raw and hoarse.Billie lowered her gaze to her lap, fingers twisting together."That's not
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Tyler's POVI didn't sleep.None of us did.After the call ended, it felt like the whole world was closing in on us. The air tasted metallic, like blood in the mouth after a punch you didn’t see coming.Billie had weeks to live and she was acting like it wasn't real most of the time. I couldn't bring myself to imagine how Quin felt.I had tried so hard not to tell Quin and he had heard it because of me. My heart ached for him.I kept replaying Billie’s face when the doctor had said how long she had left. We’d been in the living room, all three of us on speakerphone.I watched the color drain from Billie’s face like someone had pulled a plug. Her hand tightened around Quin’s until her knuckles bleached white. For one brief second she looked away from Quin, lips pressed thin, the expression of a woman who had known this was coming and had prayed the knowing would cushion the blow.It hadn’t.She truly was the strongest woman I've ever met.Quin had followed Billie to her room and I went
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