“Mom… Dad is waiting for you to die. Please don’t wake up.”
That was the first thing I heard after twelve days of darkness.
Not sleep. Not rest.
Darkness.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t open my eyes.
Even breathing felt like it hurt.
But I knew that voice.
“Ethan…”
My son.
Nine years old.
Crying next to my hospital bed, …
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