MARA
As I arose from dizziness, the sanitary, cold air slapped me. I blinked, disoriented, at my unfamiliar surroundings.
It was an office, but not the kind with cushy chairs and fake plants.
This one screamed money, with glass walls, pristine white floors, and medical equipment humming softly in the background.
Sweat trickled down my temple as my gaze drifted to the glossy x-rays plastered on the walls, each one showcasing the intricate structure of a spinal system.
The whole office reeked of antiseptic and desperation—the kind you can’t scrub away, no matter how hard you try.
One particular x-ray caught my eye – the one with the dark, menacing blob looming over the T9 vertebra.
That was definitely a tumor.
Its presence in that particular area of the spine was a ticking time bom
