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nergy surging through me. A terrible

empty hallway. "Th

ng up on was nothing compared to the roaring v

. A second later,

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was rigged but physically unable to stop. People in the hallway-other families, doctors, nurse

ame at the top, and the brutal finality of the "Call Ended" notification. M

This wasn't about asking for help anymore. This was a protest. A raw, self-destructive scream i

my descent into madness. Dante

ied to talk to me just sho

die down, replaced by a heavy, ominous stillness. I didn't n

ons were a bizarre piece of performance art in the middle

owed 98 attempt

eath and pressed the green i

mmediately disconnecte

ring, the lin

mouth to speak, but my throat

ackle of static. Then, a voice. Colder than

eceiver, each word a shard of i