Allison looked even older than she did a few years earlier. Hardship had left deep lines in her face.She wore a cheap factory uniform, and her vital signs were dropping fast.The head of the emergency department stood nearby, sweat beading on his forehead."Dr. Nixon, she's in cardiac arrest!"I put on my surgical gown and gloves, then stepped up to the operating table.The face I once knew so well looked like a stranger's. I felt nothing as I looked down at her. She was my patient, and I had a job to do."Get the defibrillator ready," I said, my voice steady.The surgery took ten hours, but we saved her life.The damage to her spinal cord, however, was permanent. She would never walk again.I pulled off my mask and stepped out of the operating room. Scott and Naomi were waiting outside, looking so much older that I barely recognized them.Naomi approached on unsteady legs. "Doctor... How's my daughter?"She didn't recognize me."She survived the surgery," I told her, "but
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