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... quiet. A strange peace that seeps into your very being once the fear’s gone.
The ceiling above me blurred into a white haze.
The beeping of the heart monitor had already slowed to a lazy rhythm, like even the machine was tired of pretending I could win this fight against cancer.
My chest burned, my vision dimmed, and my mother’s voice trembled somewhere beside me.
"...It’s okay, Nico. You can rest now."
I smiled. Or at least I think I did.
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