Aliana’s POV

The house was quiet, yet my thoughts were shouting.

Freddy rested in the bed in front of me, his chest gently rising and falling so subtly it seemed as if he wasn’t breathing whatsoever.

The doctor arrived and departed, leaving orders, bandages, and a frightening ambiguity.

He claimed Freddy was battling for his survival, but that wasn’t what troubled me.

Those were his words prior to his departure.

"It's his decision now."

It's his decision.

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