“Each tick of the large clock on the waiting room wall tightened the knot in my stomach. My palms became moist. My legs ached. The minutes bled into hours. Every tick scraped at my nerves. My eyes kept darting toward the area where my dad waited, and helplessness gnawed at my chest like something alive.”
“I looked at her with admiration. She reminded me so much of myself. Petite. Gentle. But fierce when it mattered. And just like that, the tide turned.”
“My lips were cracked, my throat tight. When I finally found my voice, it came out thin and cracked. “Doctor,” I said, barely above a whisper, “please give my dad some water. It’s been over ten hours of waiting.””
👉 The full story is almost here. Subscribe to be the first to feel it unfold.