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Chapter 29: Surprise Guest, Wrong Room A N G E L A MONTH PASSES. A whole month, almost two with out him. He's just there, sleeping his life away. Doctor after Doctor, Specialist after Specialist. "Mrs. Romano, maybe it's time—" I glare at the Neurological Specialist. "If you are so special, why do you say the same thing everyone else says?" "Everyone can't tell the same lie, Mrs. Romano. Mr. Romano does not show any improvement." "You however, are deteriorating. You need to see a doctor." "Even if he does wake up, would he be happy to know you died, and your daughter was left alone?" I sigh, nod. "Alright, Ms. Special Specialist, send someone to check me out." The doctor smiles, and turns her back, probably to get a therapist. Maybe I need one. THE DOCTOR WALKS in the room, gla
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