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“I don’t understand, Doctor Murray, I’m coming in tomorrow as it is.” Hannah’s voice echoed with sadness, the type of sadness you would hear in someone’s voice after they lost someone they loved.

I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t stay here. But I did. Instead of backing away and giving her privacy, I listened harder.

“I don’t care.”

Silence.

“I’m not coming in tonight. I don’t even know if I will tomorrow.”

Where was she meant to be going?

Hannah scoffed. “I have cancer already, Doctor Murray. I don’t see it getting any worse than that.”

Cold blanketing, straggling, excruciating emotion captured my body. Hannah had cancer? As soon as that thought drifted through my head, I forced the door open, barging in. I could blame it on the sudden hit of adrenaline, but the reality was I opened that door not believing what I had heard. But as soon as her head flung around, her eyes landing on me, I knew the answer.