Cold, rhythmic beeps of medical equipment echoed in the sterile hospital room.
Was I dead?
I opened my eyes, my body wracked with pain. The last thing I remembered was the searing heat of the fire. Now, I found myself staring at the pristine white of the hospital ceiling.
Aaron’s enraged voice cut through the door, “Heather cannot die! If you can’t cure her, I’ll bury this entire hospital with her!”
A specialist’s voice trembled, “Mr. York, your wife has late-stage cancer. It was discovered too late. The chances of recovery are slim, and the cost will be exorbitant.”
“I don’t care about the cost! Use the most advanced treatments and medications. Heather will not die. Do you understand?”
The specialist’s voice grew shakier with each word, “Mr. York, we will do our best.”
Lying
