Whispers in the Hospital

Sara had been in and out of the hospital for weeks. Her long, wavy auburn hair was starting to lose its luster, and her once bright green eyes were now dulled by the constant barrage of tests and treatments. She was lying in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, when she heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.

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