The needle pierced my skin again, and dark blood flowed steadily through the tubing into the collection tubes. My vision blurred, and the sounds around me were muffled, as if I were underwater."The patient has had multiple bone marrow extractions. We need to assess organ reserve function and schedule an abdominal MRI with contrast," the nurse said, reaching into her pocket for a pen.Mom's brows immediately knitted together. "I said no metal! Why are you still carrying that?"I weakly said, "Mom, I want to write one more wish.""Once you're done, it stays outside," Mom said, looking at my outstretched hand and my pale face. She pressed her lips together, took the pen from the nurse, and placed it gently back in my palm. "Go ahead. Write it."I opened my left hand and set the pen tip on the thin skin of my palm. When I finished, I curled my fingers around the words, holding them like the last fragile spark of hope.Mom's eyes fell on my clenched fist. "What did you write?" I
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