NOT A DOORMAT ANYMORE
Ava's Pov:
The fluorescent lights above me buzzed faintly as I stared at Dr. Kim's mouth, watching his lips move but not really hearing the words.
"...brain tumor...advanced stage...stress-induced growth...I'm sorry, Miss Arande, but you have approximately three to six months..."
Three to six months.
The words finally broke through the fog in my mind, settling heavy in my chest like stones.
I blinked slowly, my hands gripping the edge of the plastic chair. My palms were sweating. The room felt too small, too bright, and too suffocating.
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