[Isolde]
I stood outside the door, my back pressed against the cold hospital wall as I listened to the conversation happening on the other side. My arms were wrapped tightly around myself—whether for comfort or to physically hold myself together, I wasn't sure. My bottom lip was caught between my teeth, and I could taste blood from how hard I was biting down.
I'd been standing here for the past several minutes, frozen in place, trying to work up the courage to go inside.
But when I heard Dr. Monet say those words to him, how he'd never walk again—something inside me just... broke down.
My knees nearly gave out. I had to press harder against the wall to stay upright.
"It's all my fault."
Every bit of this. Every single horrible consequence that had spiraled out from my idiotic decisio
