The doctors had spoken plainly to his parents: the upcoming surgery was his final hope.
Nurses carefully prepared him for anesthesia, gently securing the IV and checking the monitors, their soft voices attempting to soothe the tension in the air.
Suddenly, the boy whispered in a fragile, barely audible voice:
– Can… Archie come visit me?
One nurse looked up, surprised by the request.
– Who’s Archie, sweetheart?
– My dog. I miss him so much… please… – his lips trembled, and tears shimmered in his eyes.
The nurse bent down and tenderly brushed his forehead.
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