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The harsh fluorescent lights of Mercy General Hospital blurred into streaks as I raced through the corridors, my heart pounding against my ribs. The manila envelope clutched against my chest contained everything I had—cashier's checks totaling my entire life savings. Three days ago, my world had collapsed when Marcus did, his body suddenly giving out during a pitch meeting with investors. "Excuse me!" I called out, narrowly avoiding a collision with an orderly. My voice sounded foreign to my own ears, raspy from lack of sleep and too many silent tears. I'd sold my entire collection of sketches—years of quiet moments captured in charcoal and pencil—to an art dealer who'd taken pity on me. The experimental medication Marcus needed wasn't covered by insurance, but I didn't hesitate. Marcus had been my protector since we were children in the