The nurse stopped in front of a wooden door and turned to face me."Please wait here, Mr. Damian.The doctor will be with you shortly."I gave a small nod, though I wasn't sure she noticed. My throat had gone dry, and suddenly, even breathing felt like work.She offered me a sympathetic smile before quietly walking away, leaving me alone in the silent corridor.I lowered myself into one of the chairs outside the consultation room.For the first time since receiving the call, I had nothing to distract me.My eyes wandered around the hallway. Nurses hurried from one ward to another, pushing wheelchairs and stretchers. Somewhere down the corridor, a child cried until his mother gathered him into her arms. A doctor walked briskly past me, flipping through a patient's file without looking up.Life continued around me.Mine felt as though it had been placed on hold.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and rubbed a hand over my face.What was I even doing here?Andrew and I had n
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