I stared out of the hospital window, the gray clouds matching my mood. The beeping of machines in the background and the sterile smell of antiseptic filled the private room where my father lay, his breathing shallow and labored. The doctors had been clear—their was nothing more they could do for my father, he wouldn’t survive much longer. Wasn't it just the accident, and wasn't he treated for that and I even had to get married to pay for it? Was there something, I wasn't aware of? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I turned to see Dr. Lawson, my father’s physician, Luke had hired him personally for my father. He entered the room and walked to my father's bedside. His expression was grave, and he looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Annie," he began softly, "I know how difficult this is for you. But we’re running out of time, and we can no longer help your father. There is something I need to tell you, when you rushed your dad to the
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