Getting Ready For X-Ray
As we moved to prepare for the X-ray, Max squirmed nervously in my arms, and I whispered, “It’s okay, Max,” trying to mask my own unease. The technicians were gentle and reassuring, carefully explaining each step as we transitioned to a different room. Clinging to hope, I silently wished the X-ray would finally reveal the cause of his mysterious symptoms so we could find a way to help him feel better.
Getting Ready For X Ray
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In The Radiology Room
The radiology room felt cold and clinical, its stark atmosphere only heightening the tension swirling inside me. Max whimpered softly, his uncertainty mirrored in the sterile, echoing space. I took a deep breath, determined to stay composed for his sake. Under the harsh brightness of the overhead lights, everything felt heavier, more serious—and as we braced for the X-ray, I silently hoped for the best.
In The Radiology Room
