TonySitting at Ginevra’s bedside in the sterile, antiseptic hospital room, I felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. The harsh, fluorescent lights overhead cast a clinical pallor over everything. It felt like I was just waiting for her to die. The doctors had been in and out, running tests and examining Ginevra, but their expressions had grown increasingly somber, mirroring my own feelings of dread.Finally, another doctor came in. A middle-aged woman with a wealth of experience approached me with a sympathetic smile. Her presence was comforting, but her expression was heavy. She didn’t have a single good thing to say, I could tell. “Mr. Chance,” she began gently, “we’ve conducted numerous tests, consulted specialists, and reviewed Ginevra’s medical history, but we’re facing an unusual situation here. Her condition is not improving, but it’s not deteriorating either. It’s as if she’s stuck in a sort of stasis.”I nodded, my brow furrowing as I tried to pro
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