Lillith’s POVWhen I woke up a while later, there was a nurse beside me. She had a troubled look on her face like she was scared to turn away from me, even for a moment. Before I could utter a word, memories of my lost child filled my head one more time and my heart squeezed painfully.“Please ma’am, you have to be strong. We don’t want to lose you,” she begged.“I want to be alone,” I instructed.“I am really sorry, but I cannot do that. I was specifically asked to keep watch over you,” she said, picking her words carefully. “Your vitals are failing at an alarming rate and your body is rejecting medication. If it continues like this, you won’t be able to make it,” she explained.“What is the essence of living anyway?” I asked, my voice raspy from crying so hard. I wasn’t the type to let people know about my personal life, but at this point, I didn’t see a reason to live anymore.“Please ma’am, you have to. Your body has been through a lot of loss and the best thing you can do is acce
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