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Meg
I’d seen enough medical dramas on television to know that a code blue was very bad news for the patient it was called for. Even though I knew it wasn’t fair to even think such a thing, I silently prayed that this particular code was for anyone else but my daughter or sister.
Despite my selfish wishing, my stomach dropped to my knees. Some innate mother’s instinct kicked in, and I knew that my daughter’s life was in peril. This dire announcement and call to action was the hospital’s last-ditch effort to save her. I didn’t know how I knew it. I just did.
My eyes circled wildly around the crowded waiting area, looking for anyone that might be able to help. People were sitting on the edges of their seats with tension visibly emanating from them as they waited for news on their loved
