Camila's POVHospitals are strange places when the person you're worried about is on the other side of the bed.I've spent years walking these hallways in scrubs, moving from patient to patient, crisis to crisis, always knowing what to do next. But the moment I step onto the cardiac floor as a daughter instead of a nurse, all that confidence disappears.The automatic doors slide open, and I tighten my grip on the coffee I'd bought for my mother downstairs. It's already gone lukewarm, but she won't care. She'll smile anyway and tell me it's perfect.She always does.When I push open her room door, she's sitting up in bed with a magazine in her lap and reading glasses balanced on the end of her nose.The sight makes something inside my chest ease slightly.At least she's awake.At least she's smiling."There's my favorite child," she says, looking up from the magazine.I roll my eyes as I walk over to kiss her cheek. "I'm your only child, which means the competition is suspiciously weak
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