Gwen’s POV. “Three months,” Dr. Evans' firm voice filled my ears, “without intervention, you have at most, three months left to live, Mrs. Carvers.” Those words landed like a blow, knocking the air right out of my lungs as my eyes dropped to my hands clenched tightly on my thighs. It didn’t matter how hard I was fighting back the tears, it was already rapidly pooling at the bottom of my eyes and blurring my vision of my wedding ring. “I’m sorry but there is very little we can do, the pulmonary hypertension has progressed too far, even with the surgery, the chances of… well, of making it through are very slim given how much your heart is already struggling.” “I have to be honest with you, we’re looking at a five percent survival rate.” A strange high-pitched noise filled my ears and the doctor’s voice gradually began to fade into the background. Everything in the room seemed to disappear, leaving just me and the terrifying darkness in my mind. “This is a major surgery and y
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