Her chest tightened as she tried to hold herself together. Her father was slipping away—his mind, his strength, everything that made him who he was—disappearing before her eyes. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill.
The nurse's voice was cold, clinical. "Ms. Thorn, your father's condition is getting worse. The medication is helping, but it's not a cure. We need to prepare for the possibility that... he may not recover."
Lexi felt the blood drain from her face. “No. You can’t… you can’t just give up on him.”
“We're doing everything we can," the nurse replied, not meeting her eyes. "But his condition is deteriorating faster than anticipated. He’s not responding to treatment as we’d hoped.”
Lexi wanted to scream, wanted to lash out a
