Sarah’s POV“Doctor, Doctor, how is he?”My hands clung to the doctor’s arm like it was the only thing anchoring me to reality. My fingers trembled, nails pressing into the fabric of his coat as though letting go would mean losing Abraham entirely. Earlier, when the paramedics brought him in, everything happened too fast. One moment he was being wheeled through the hospital doors, blood staining the sheets beneath him, and the next, they were rushing him straight into the emergency room without slowing down.“We can’t afford to delay. His condition is critical.”The voice didn’t come from the doctor I was holding. It came from a woman in a white robe standing at the hallway, her tone firm and commanding. She pointed decisively toward the emergency room, directing the paramedics with the ease of someone who had done this countless times.She was a nurse. No one needed to ask questions to know that, not with the way she carried herself and the authority stitched into her movements.In
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