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"Amira!"
Emir's voice rang out the moment he stepped into the room. The instant he saw his little sister lying in the bed, he ran to her, eyes already brimming with tears.
"Big brother," Amira called weakly, her voice faint but no longer hollow. Her complexion, while still pale, was visibly better than before. The feverish flush had faded from her cheeks, and though her body still trembled slightly, her breathing was more even.
Emir fell to his knees beside the bed and took her hand in both of his. His shoulders trembled as he bent forward, tears falling freely as he brought her hand to his forehead and held it close.
"I... I thought..." His voice cracked, and the rest of the sentence never came. He just held on tighter.
"For now, I've administered the initial treatment," the doctor said calmly, adjusting the strap of his bag as he stood. "Now that I've identified her illness, I'll return tomorrow with the supplies needed to continue her care."
