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My sister told my parents i dropped out of medical…

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of her broken body lying under my hands, a second wave of chaos erupted at the entrance of the trauma wing. The automatic doors parted, and two frantic figures pushed past the security desk.

It was Hector and Maria Diaz.

My parents looked as though they had been dragged through a hurricane. My mother was sobbing, clutching a ruined designer purse to continue reading …

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