As the days turned into weeks, the stack of bills slowly diminished. Each payment, each resolved discrepancy, felt like a small victory. We were back in the hospital’s billing office, this time together, to finalize the payment plan.
Ms. Carter greeted us with a nod, acknowledging the progress we’d made. « I see you’ve been busy, » she remarked, gesturing to the updated account on her screen.
« We’re trying, » I replied with a small smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment despite the uphill battle.
My spouse squeezed my hand, a silent thank you for standing by their side during this ordeal. We left the office with a clearer path forward, knowing that the journey wasn’t over but feeling more equipped to handle whatever came next.
In the car, my spouse turned to me, their expression earnest. « Thank you for pushing through, » they said. « I couldn’t have done this alone. »
« Neither could I, » I responded, realizing that despite the initial pain of being left out, we had emerged stronger together.
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