AMELIA
I remained on the cold floor for what seemed like eternity, the jarring sound of the monitor beeping in a straight line echoing in my head.
“You also tried your best." The lie mocked me. I hadn't tried my best—not one bit. I had been reckless, letting my personal life interfere with Xander's condition.
“Mrs Amelia," a scrub nurse called gently, her hands on my shoulder. “The room needs to be cleared now."
I glanced at the operating table where Xander laid, but he was gone. I shot up from the floor, wiping my face with my palms.
"Where's the patient that was here? Xander… Xander Fletcher?” I asked, pointing at the now empty table, sniffing.
“Mrs, Amelia, please calm down. He has been taken to the mogue." The mogue. It was only for dead people. Xander was now one of them.
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