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The sheer number of times I had been asked that question throughout my life was staggering. I understoo

" I respon

where to focus during these examinations, although one would think I should have figured it out by now. It felt awkward to avert my gaze, yet equally a

ook down." I followed his direction, shifting my focus downward, and he

e been progressing positively," he began. "And

l gown to position the stethoscope between my shoulder blades. His fingers were alw

uring tone. "It's a common side effect. If it becomes too troubl

at the nape of my neck, but beneath it, all I wore were underwear. As Doctor Gandor's cold fingers moved the stethoscope to a new spot on my back, goosebumps prickled the skin of my arms. He listened to a few more of my pr

o. I believe we're back on track.

hen I opened my mouth, what emerged was, "Do you

me slowly, his eyes crinkling with crow's feet at the c

well physically, I felt far from fine mentally and emotionally. I'd always felt as though I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and now it hung over me. I couldn't fathom

nder if it will ever happen. If I'll ever be cured. What if

th absolute certainty, as you know. I won't provide false assurances. However, I can tell you this, Isabella. Everyone within these wall

the awkwardness of having this discussion with my

warm as a blush crept onto my face. "It's reassuring

it held some religious significance. "There are mysteries in this world that even science cannot unravel. Faith is significant. Have you visited the chapel recently?" He raised his hands slightly, a s

the familiarity of his sentiments. It had been weeks since I last visited the chapel, located in another spoke extending from the

that our conversation was delving into uncharted t

." He resembled a child discussing their favorite game or a new toy, his excitement infectious. With his words, a glimmer of my old self-confidence returned. "That's where mira

ng back toward the small desk in the corne

uptly, his head turning upward. The noise repeated, a rapid p

at within my chest. Before he could respond, shouts and screams reverberated from

heard, not even during a patient's code blue. Doctor Gandor, too, was taken aback. His eyes widened, and he rose halfway from hi

dire. The handle on the room's sole door rattled, and I yelped, turning toward it. The door held, but the handle shook more vigorously. Was it always locked, or was this an autom

h the force of his movement. His hand clamped onto my upper arm, yanking me off the exam table. Another gunshot reverberated, n

entered, moving with the grace and control of a stalking cat. He had a striking appearance, with short, wavy brown hair and a slightly crooked nose that bore the marks of previous br

Sariah?"

wounded arm clutched with one hand, blood oozing b

dain. "Of course you don't. Why bo

choed from outside. I remained rooted in place, my gaze

e cabinet met the wall. Blood continued to seep from his wounded arm, staining the sleeve of his white lab c

bout Sariah, an eighteen-year-old with black hair who had

roughly assess me. Dressed in nothing but a hospital gown, under the scrutiny of his amber gaze, I felt exposed, as if he could peer strai

inet. When he withdrew it, a gun was clutched in his grip. The intruder's head snapped back i