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14. Xavier's hidden patient chart
IN A FEW HOURS ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW: The hours feel like days. The machines beep steadily, the oxygen mask covering Xavier's face, the nurses and doctors coming and going with their quiet, efficient movements. I’m still sitting at his side, my hands tightly clutching the armrest of the chair. Every so often, I glance at him, hoping for some sign that he’s improving, that the tests will reveal something simple. But nothing changes. He’s still unconscious, still barely breathing on his own. Terrence stays close, standing by the door, his eyes flickering between Xavier and the nurses as they come in to check on him. I can feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. The tests are taking longer than expected, and I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. The door opens ag
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