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... ite hospital room, the faint hum of machines beside him and the distinct scent of disinfectant in the air. His eyelashes fluttered weakly, his throat dry, limbs heavy, like they had been filled with sand.
He blinked slowly, trying to make sense of the blurry faces that hovered over him. One of them, his mother Christy, had red-rimmed eyes and a tissue clutched tightly in her hand. Her other arm was wrapped around a small girl—Levy—who was clutching a stuffed giraffe and staring at him wi ...
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