Song rec'd: Wildflower — Billie Ellish.
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I heaved a sigh as we stepped into the hospital, my stomach churning while I clutched Reese's luggage. Castiel carried her in his arms, walking behind me as we made our way to her ward. Her surgery was only three days away, and part of me worried that we hadn't prepared well enough, despite Dr. Barry reassuring us with his tests that we'd kept her strong and emotionally ready.
For the past two weeks, we had explored cafes, parks, restaurants, movie theaters—essentially roaming all over Paris—spending quality time away from the demands of our work and doing everything we could to pump Reese up for her surgery. Castiel even bought her a book and a doll they practiced with. I told myself she would get through this, even though every moment of laughter felt bittersweet, heightening my fear that these could be our last together.
