Katelyn’s POV

The hospital lights never seemed to dim. I sat by Lucas’s bed, holding his hand, listening to the slow, uneven sound of his breathing.

Each beep from the monitor felt like a countdown I couldn’t stop. The special medicine the doctor had promised still hadn’t arrived. Anxiety gnawed at my chest.

Suddenly, the doctor returned, his face tight with worry. “Ms. Katelyn, I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “The special medicine has gone missing.

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