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The double doors of St. Mary’s surgical wing looked heavier than they had an hour ago.Quincy sat beside me on the hospital bench, her fingers hooked tightly into the strap of her jeans. She was trying not to shake, but every time an orderly pushed past, her shoulders jumped."She’s going to be fine," I said. I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince her or myself."I know," Quincy whispered, staring at her shoes. "Dr. Peter said the team was good."I didn't answer. Before they wheeled Mum into the operating room, I’d managed to grab a few seconds with her. Her skin was cold, her eyes barely open, but when I took her hand, her weak fingers gave mine a faint squeeze.“Take care of your sister,” she’d whispered.It felt like a goodbye. I hated her for saying it, and I hated myself for hearing it.Now, there was nothing to do except wait.The digital clock above the nurses' station ticked over to 10:14 AM. I got up, my boots making dull thuds on the floor and walked down the hall to th