The ward was quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of the life-support machine and the dim glow of the night lamp casting soft shadows across the room. It had been almost three months since Emily had slipped into a coma, and her room had become a second home to her husband, Michael. He visited every day, his presence unwavering, offering what little comfort he could to the woman he adored. To the nurses and doctors, he was the epitome of devotion, a steadfast partner holding onto hope against all odds. But today was different. The doctors had finally summoned the...
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