The emergency meeting was set for the next day.
There was a sense of urgency, a need to resolve what felt unresolvable.
I was told I might be called to testify.
To provide details I wasn’t sure I fully understood.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
The weight of it all pressed on my chest.
I thought of the girl, alone in that room.
Of the babies, fragile and needing care.
And the mother, silent and unmoving.
What had brought them here?
What was their story?
In the morning, the hospital was buzzing with activity.
Staff prepared for the meeting.
The girl sat quietly, her doll hugged close.
Her eyes tracked every movement, every whisper.
She was waiting too, though for what, I couldn’t say.
There was a fragility to it all, a sense that everything could unravel with a single misstep.
And yet, life in the hospital went on, indifferent to the drama unfolding within its walls.
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