LENABy the time we reached the hospital, my nerves were frayed to threads. Roman had insisted on driving, his knuckles white around the steering wheel, his jaw locked like stone. Mom sat in the backseat, murmuring reassurances that only made the silence feel heavier.I tried to protest at least a dozen times, but each attempt was met with Roman’s sharp, unyielding glare. He didn’t speak much during the ride, but his presence pressed in on me, suffocating and steady at the same time.When we pulled up to the hospital entrance, the smell of antiseptic hit me instantly, cold and clinical. My chest tightened. Hospitals had never been my favorite places. Now, they felt like cages.Roman was out of the car in seconds, opening my door before I could even unbuckle. “I’ve got you,” he said firmly, ignoring my weak attempt to brush him off. His hand closed around mine, warm, unrelenting.Mom followed us in, her worry written across every line of her face.The nurse at the front desk glanced up
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