Leo stepped closer before anyone could stop him, his small fingers tightening around the strap of his worn bag as his eyes fixed on that subtle swelling.
He swallowed hard, remembering his grandfather’s voice echoing in his mind, telling him to trust what he sees even when everyone else looks away.May be an image of hospital and text
“Wait,” Leo said, his voice thin but steady, cutting through the sterile silence that followed the flat line on the monitor.
One of the doctors frowned, already irritated, already exhausted, already convinced there was nothing left to do in this room full of failure.
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