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Whispers of the Past

Michael's POV

Jessica lay on the stretcher, her face pale with fear as I stood beside her, holding her hand. The sterile smell of the hospital filled the air, and I could see the anxiety in her eyes.

"Michael, I'm scared," she whispered, her voice trembling.

I leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "I know, Jessica. But I’m right here. You're strong, and you're going to get through this. I promise."

She nodded, trying to muster a smile. "I trust you, Michael."

I kissed her gently, trying to infuse all my love and reassurance into that moment. "I'll be here when you wake up," I said, as the orderlies wheeled her towards the operating room.

As the anesthesia took effect, Jessica's eyes fluttered closed, and I took a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead.

"Scalpel," I said, my voice steady.

The assistant handed me the instrument, and I began the delicate process of the brain surgery. "Keep an eye on the vitals," I instructed, my hands moving with precision.

"BP is st
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