“Like I left a piece of myself in that little room of yours. Did you ever find it?” “I did,” he said gently. “But it wasn’t in my room. Found it lodged in the left chamber of my heart.” He exhaled—slow, steady. “Went to see a cardiologist about it once,” he murmured. “He ran all kinds of scans and said, ‘It’s lodged pretty deep in there. If we try to take it out, there’s a good chance you’ll bleed out before we can stitch you back up. So, it’s either we kill you trying… or you live with it for the rest of your life. I’m still living with it. My heart’s grown arteries and capillaries around it. It’s part of me now.”
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