ELLISWhen Doctor Morgan finally showed up to say I could see my dad, I felt like I’d aged about forty-seven years in that morning.I’d spent hours stuck in a hospital chair that seemed designed for maximum discomfort...hard plastic with zero support or dignity, just staring at a blank wall while nurses and doctors bustled around.Every few minutes, someone would pass by with a clipboard, slip through some double doors, or murmur to a colleague, and each time my stomach would knot up, convinced they were discussing my father’s condition.Julian had stayed right there with me through it all.He didn’t fill the silence with useless reassurances, which I found more comforting than I could say.He understood not to say everything would be fine when neither of us really knew.Instead, he was just present, occasionally offering me water, reminding me to eat something when I could, and holding my hand whenever he noticed my fingers were trembling.At some point, I stopped pretending I was ok
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