The sun streamed through the large windows of St. Vincent's General Hospital, casting an antiseptic glow over the surgical ward. Jim lay on the operating table, a sterile sheet pulled up to his chest. His face betrayed no hint of the anxiety he felt as nurses bustled around him, prepping his arm for the IV line.
He had mastered the art of feigned tranquility in rehab, learning that a calm demeanor could be a shield. His pulse remained steady under the nurse's sure fingers, belying the turmoil within. Only his eyes, a paler blue than usual, hinted at the storm inside.
Across the room, Jim's older brother, Sam, watched with an unreadable expression. His gaze, normally warm and steady, held a distant discomfort as he witnessed his younger brother being prepared for surgery. The clini……
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