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Through the glass of the ICU, I saw my mother lying on the bed, tubes running in and out of her body, her breathing shallow and fragile.
More than half her hair had turned white, and she was so thin she barely looked like herself.
It felt as if an invisible hand had wrapped around my heart and squeezed until I could hardly breathe.
This was my fault. If I were more capable, if I could make more money, my mother wouldn't be suffering like this in a hospital bed.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a group message from Lucas.
A massive bar chart filled the screen—the department's "overall efficiency score" rankings for the day.