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 step a manifestation of her inability

silence. A torrent of crimson fluid gushed forth

lids remained resolute, unwilling

manner of upheaval

their expertise a lifeline for the ailing woman. Millie’s respiration faltered as

shared his prognosis sought

plan. Stand sentinel over my grandmother and anticipate my

her grip on the doctor, Millie surged from the hospital’s confines and hailed a taxi. The urgency to

– Leon’s abode. Raindrops

ears. Hastily, he donned his attire

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