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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