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The rest of the day was spent beside Anna. The doctor had given me a rundown on her health: apart from her heart, which was stable enough to let her walk, her physical wounds were all healed, and a fresh prescription of medication had been provided.

I bit down on my lip, watching the nurse pack up the remaining supplies.

“The prescriptions are written directly on the packaging. She mustn't miss a single dose,” the nurse instructed.

I nodded, clutching tightly onto Anna who laid in my arms.

I completed the discharge forms and took her home. Throughout the journey, she clung to me, her even breathing the only...