Hazel’s POVMy heart sank straight to my stomach, like someone had dropped a stone into a deep, dark well. The doctor’s words hung in the air, heavy and final: “We don’t think he’ll make it.”No. “No,” I whispered, my voice cracking. Then louder, desperate, “Please…there has to be another way. There has to be something we can do!”Tears burned my eyes, spilling over before I could stop them. My legs felt weak, like they might give out any second. I stepped forward, reaching for the doctor’s arm, but Nicholas was already there. His strong hands gripped my shoulders, firm but gentle, turning me to face him.“Hazel, calm down,” he said, his voice low and steady, the kind of tone he used when the world was falling apart around us. His eyes locked on mine, trying to pull me back from the edge. “Breathe. We’re going to figure this out.”But how could I calm down? Someone might die because of me. The guilt clawed at my insides, vicious and sharp, tearing through every bit of hope I had left
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