She was bone-tired, yet the thought of quitting felt impossible; she couldn’t just walk out of the hospital while so many were suffering, especially the children. She watched in anguish as a mother struggled to bring her baby into the world, only to succumb during the harrowing labor. The child, a fragile girl, was born only to slip away moments later—too small, too weak, with no ventilator to support her tiny body. The weight of sickness and death hung heavy in the air. After four years as a doctor, she had never truly witnessed death, but now it surrounded her, an unrelenting presence that invaded her every day.
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