The monitors beeped in rhythm with her fading strength as the doctor entered, eyes heavy with the truth she’d feared. Her heart — delicate, failing — had been carrying a silent burden for months. The exhaustion, the fainting, the pain she hid behind smiles all led here. Time was slipping away, and treatment had to begin immediately. She gripped her father’s hand, realizing that life wasn’t ending — it was pleading for a second chance.
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