Rashi's POVThe smell of antiseptic hit me first. I paced the sterile white corridor, anxious for news from the doctor."Miss Rashi?"I spun around so fast I nearly tripped. Dr. Evans stood there, clutching a clipboard, a small, tired smile playing on his lips. "Yes?" I breathed. "Is she... is it done?""The chemotherapy session was successful," Dr. Evans replied. "Her vitals remained stable throughout. We’re very pleased with how she accepted the treatment this round.""Thank you," I gasped, as a tear pricked the corners of my eye. "Thank you so much."I turned and practically ran down the hall to Room 304. Hope was a dangerous thing, a fragile little flame that I had been cupping with my hands for months. But today, that flame roared. We would beat this. We had to."Mom, how do you…" My words died in my throat as I saw her. My mother, Vinitra, lay in the center of the bed, swallowed by the white sheets. She looked translucent.Her skin, usually a warm olive, was the color of ash. H
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