Urgent Attention Needed
Dr. Lane’s voice grew more serious as she leaned in, her tone underscoring the urgency of Max’s condition. “We need to address this quickly,” she said, the concern in her voice unmistakable. Hearing it spoken so plainly hit me hard, pushing aside any lingering thoughts of simple explanations like a bee sting. My protective instincts surged, and I nodded without hesitation, fully placing my trust in her expertise. In that moment, the weight of the situation settled on me—Max needed our help, and he needed it now.
Urgent Attention Needed
Realization Of A Bigger Problem
As reality sank in, it became clear that Max’s discomfort wasn’t just a minor issue—it was something far more serious. I blinked at Dr. Lane as she methodically reviewed the CT images, her professionalism steady and composed, though I caught a faint glimmer of concern in her eyes. Leaning back in my chair, I struggled to process it all. Could something truly be lodged inside Max? The thought was overwhelming, and I swallowed hard, the weight of needing answers pressing heavily on both of us.
Realization Of A Bigger Problem
