Chapter 7
Le encuentran la enfermedad a tati
Tatiana desde ese día seguía en coma ella no ah despertado. Leo: ah pasado un mes y ella no despierta seguros que ella está bien. Emma: claro mijo ella estará bien. Leo: yo la conci y me gustó tanto es algo imposible Pero la amo. Emma: ay mijo enserio ella estará contenta cuando despierte. Leo compuso una canción llamada llover of My que se hizo popular pasar de los días el ua no sabía no que hacer solo vivía con el miedo a que ella no despertara mas nunca Leo: ya pasó un año y ella no a despertado¿que pasa? Emma: ella necesita sangre en el cuerpo. Leo : ella está débil o como asi
The sterile scent of disinfectant clung to the air, a constant, unwelcome companion in the hushed halls of the hospital. It had been a month. A long, agonizing month since Tatiana had slipped away, her vibrant spirit dimmed to a fragile flicker within the confines of her comatose body. Leo paced the linoleum floor outside her room, his worn sneakers squeaking a mournful rhythm that echoed the turmoil in his chest. Each tick of the clock was a hammer blow, chipping away at his hope.
"Are you sure she's okay?" he’d asked Emma for the hundredth time, his voice raw with a desperation he couldn't mask. Her reassurances, though kind, felt like flimsy bandages on a gaping wound.
Emma, her face etched with a weariness that went beyond mere sleepless nights, offered a weak smile. "Of course, mijo. She'll be fine. Tatiana is strong."
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