Final word count for Tuesday: 16,782.
Today's research:
Congenital Heart Disease
Excerpt of the day:
“I’m very sorry to have to tell you this,” the nurse said, sounding genuinely regretful. Joyce’s heart sank. “But Kevin passed away just now.”
Those words couldn’t be real. It wasn’t right. What have we ever done to deserve this? To be stuck on the side of the highway, being searched by pitiless soldiers for something they certainly didn’t have, while their little boy died by himself in a cold hospital, suffering from a disease that only eight in every thousand children ever got?
She didn’t realize she was on the ground until hands and voices pressed at her from all sides, touching and pulling and asking if she was okay. “No!” she wanted to scream at them. “No, I’m not okay! How can I be? How can we ever be okay again? The world just ended and you don’t even give a shit!” All that came out of her was an animalistic wail.
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