A vow of hate
“I have to see him. He needs me, Liv.”
“Let the doctors do their job, Hazel. As soon as we can, we’ll get you to him. I promise. Okay?” I met her eyes. Her worried, understanding, pain-filled eyes. “Be the strong woman Christian knows you are. For him.”
I nodded. “I’ll try.”
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A doctor appeared a short time later, his face grave. After introducing himself as Dr. Fletcher and stating he was a neurosurgeon, he asked if I wanted privacy before speaking with me.
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