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eing in a coma, Miss Ivy," the doctor

not wanting to hear whatever he had

complications. Additionally, the cost of his ongoing care significantly exceeds

to pay more?" I asked, feeling my br

ort and let him pass on in peace, Miss Ivy,"

something you can do to save him," I begged,

st to save him, Miss Iv

ble to save my dad! I've paid every hospital bill, everything, and-and it just cannot happe

possible to save him. You cannot let him

fessional distance in his eyes. He took a step closer, lowerin

e is from a decade ago, and the drugs he's on... they're not strong enough anymore. He needs an upgrade in treatment, a complete change in h

rembling. "Then why are you

nsive. More than ten times what you're paying now. And without an immediate transfer, he does

hat I was paying now. My savings were already ashes. "So.

. His silence was all th

o him, even though I had no idea how. "I don't care if I

beep-beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor

asn't just beeping-it was screaming. Nurses were al

ast-pressure's droppin

nto the room. My father's face was pale,

rking orders. "Get him preppe

med around the bed. My hands shook so h

ked under the wires. T

undered over the chao

single, fraying thread. This time, I didn't wipe the tears rolling down

to my eyes as I dragged myself in behind them. Someone tri

but I barely heard her over the shrill c

rail, motionless body on the table made my knees buckle. Tubes

o get the infection under control before it hits

nurse called out, her ey

listening. They were all locked in a desperate rhythm-passing instruments, injecting dr

rt monitor flatlined for a fraction of a second

e! Doctor, he's n

at dripping down his temple. "If this sprea

sting and the coppery smell of blood. Ever

ogged. The machine let out

ruction!" a

ad snapped up.

I stumbled forward, my voice

t looking at me. "If we don't open his airway n

the smell of antiseptic sharp in the air

the doctor's scalp

monitor