In the quiet hospital room, Tamara’s fingers barely moved.
It was so subtle that, at first, no one noticed.
Not the nurse adjusting the IV.
Not the monitor quietly tracking her weakening pulse.
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In the quiet hospital room, Tamara’s fingers barely moved.
It was so subtle that, at first, no one noticed.
Not the nurse adjusting the IV.
Not the monitor quietly tracking her weakening pulse.
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