The room had gone completely still in a way that did not feel natural. Only minutes earlier, it had been alive with urgency. Doctors had spoken in calm but firm voices. Nurses had moved swiftly between machines and monitors. The steady rhythm of medical equipment had filled the air with reassurance. It was the sound of professionals doing what they were trained to do. It was the sound of expectation. Then everything stopped. The beeping faded. The instructions ended. The movement slowed. What remained was a silence so thick it felt as though the oxygen had been pulled from the... Continues…
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