The stale air of the hospital room hung heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic hiss of the oxygen machine. Sarah, once vibrant and full of life, now lay frail and gaunt on the sterile white bed. Her eyes, however, still held a spark, a spark that flickered with a profound regret. "Timothy," she rasped, her voice barely…
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