I leave the whiteboard on the chair and head to room 125, when
I walk in it smells clean. Like a typical hospital room, the lights are
dimmed, and everything is so white. I look towards the middle of the
room and see Isa, like an angel lying down with a bunch of diFerent
machines attached to her. I grab her hand and hold it gently in my
hand.
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