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Gravity furrowed the physician’s brow, hinting at the challenge that lay ahead.

Millie, preempting the somber narrative, ventured her query.

“Doctor, my grandmother shall overcome, will she not?”

“Miss Brown, you must gird your spirit. Your grandmother shall not rouse from her slumber unless…”

“Unless what? Pray, divulge the requisites, and I shall strive to fulfill them.”

“Only if Leon is invited can the possibility materialize. His medical exploits have woven a saga of legend. Were he to grace your grandmother’s ailment with his ministrations, recovery might find her. Time, however, dwindles.”

Millie. She faltered, her backward

ICU’s sanctum, an orchestra of medical contraptions erupted in a cacophonous crescendo, its dissonance a counterpoint to the silence. A torrent of crimson fluid gushed forth from

this, Millie’s lids remained

of upheaval is

bedside, their expertise a lifeline for the ailing

prognosis sought

a plan. Stand sentinel over my grandmother and anticipate

on the doctor, Millie surged from the hospital’s confines and

hastened to the legendary Sirius Villa – Leon’s abode. Raindrops composed a symphony as she approached, a solitary silhouette ready to

the villa’s chambers, the chime of the doorbell reached Julius’ ears. Hastily, he donned his attire