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... walls like a second skin, cold and impersonal. It made the pit in my stomach churn. I hated hospitals. Hated how they felt like places of waiting—for life or death.
I was the first to storm toward the doctor, her white coat fluttering as she backed up a step. She knew who we were. Everyone did. But even knowing I was supposed to be the "calmest" of my brothers didn’t put her at ease.
"What’s the issue?" I snapped, trying and failing to keep the rough edge out of my voice.
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