I was furious. "Their lives matter, but my son's doesn’t?!"I threw myself toward the crowd of bodyguards.That was when I caught sight of two all-too-familiar faces. Kieran was surrounded by doctors, a tiny, barely noticeable scratch marring his cheek. Beside him, Nyla wasn't even using her wheelchair. She stood tall, bellowing at the medical team, "If you can't erase every trace of that scar on his face, you're all fired!"Asher was literally dying, yet she pulled every life-saving doctor in the room to fix a microscopic scratch on Kieran's face.The rage nearly choked me. Before I could scream, a bodyguard clamped a heavy hand over my mouth, pinning me in place.I could only watch in terror as my son violently convulsed, frothing at the mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head.The nurse panicked, frantically dialing number after number for backup, but every call was met with cold, dismissive barked orders.Time blurred into a nightmare.When an emergency doctor finally sp
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