At that moment, hurried, chaotic footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor. The ward door slammed open.Timothy rushed in, his suit jacket thrown over his arm and his tie crooked. His usually immaculate hair now fell messily across his forehead.He asked, "Josie, how is your mother doing?"He ran to my side, breathing hard, panic filling his voice in a way I had never heard before.I acted as if I didn't hear him. I stayed crouched beside the bed, pressing my mother's cold hand gently against my cheek. When I was sick as a child, she would touch my forehead with her warm palm and chase away my fear.But now, her hand was as cold as ice. It would never warm me again.Timothy's gaze fell on the nearly flat line on the heart monitor, then moved to my red, swollen eyes and my mother's lifeless face.He froze in place. The panic on his face hardened into shock."Timothy, go to hell!" Ruby rushed forward and grabbed him violently.Her voice trembled with sobs, each word soaked i
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