Cameron POVI hated hospitals. The smell of antiseptic, the white walls, the constant hum of machines—it all felt like a reminder that something was broken and nobody could fix it.I stood outside his room for a full minute before walking in. My shoes felt too loud on the linoleum, like I was intruding, like even the floor knew I didn’t belong here.And then there he was.My dad.Or… what was left of him.The man who once filled every room with his presence was now lying still, tubes hooked into his arms, chest rising and falling because of machines, not because he was fighting. His hair looked thinner, his skin pale against the white sheets.For a second, my throat locked up.I almost turned around.Almost.But then I remembered every slammed door, every harsh word, every moment he made me feel like I’d never be enough. And suddenly, walking away didn’t seem like an option anymore.I dragged a chair closer, the legs scraping across the floor. It echoed, and I winced, like I’d woken s
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