Lola
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I have always hated the hospital. The antiseptic scent that hung in thr air. The little prayers that never sounded hopeful.
My eyes rested on my younger sister’s body. Her skin was unnaturally white, her chest was barely heaving, and the only sign of life was the monitor that hummed in the background.
The door swung open, and the doctor stepped in, his hands dipped into the pockets of his pristine white coat.
“The accident was very serious, we don’t know if she will walk yet, ” he said with a clinical tone. “She still had water retention in her brain, and we have to perform another surgery on her.”
My chest tightened and my eyes drifted back to her body lying limply in the bed like she had given up.
My throat tightened. “And the cost of that would be?”
“Fifty thousand dol
