My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

the room, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind him with a dull thud.

The room fell back into a heavy silence, save for the rhythmic hum of the oxygen concentrator in the corner.

Ben opened his eyes slightly, his gaze shifting toward the small plastic cup on his bedside table that held a single blue pill.

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