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... remember leaving the room.
One second I was standing over Romeo’s bed, hands shaking with guilt and horror — and the next, I was stumbling down the hallway like someone trying to outrun her own skin.
My chest felt too tight. My breaths came too fast, too shallow. I clutched at the wall as I half-walked, half-fell toward the elevator.
I needed to get away. From the machines. From the smell of antiseptic. From the unbearable thought that I almost—
The elevator doors ...
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