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|| Lucas || As I watched the doctors swarm around her body, I felt completely numb. Every cell in my body tingled with emptiness, and the dull, throbbing pain in the arm that had broken my fall had been reduced to a slight pulse thanks to the medication they gave me upon arrival. A lump rose in my throat as I sat, helpless, in the waiting room—slumped against a cushioned chair, a man with a clipboard approaching me, tapping his pen before asking, "Are you Lucas David Callaway?" "Yes." My voice was hoarse and scratchy, and the man adjusted his glasses, reading off of the clipboard. I was beginning to find it harder and harder to concentrate, no when Victoria was behind those double doors, just feet away from where I sat. "Could you please describe the events leading up to this situati
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