The surgeon arrived within the hour and explained that Dominic\u2019s appendix had not ruptured, but it was dangerously close. He needed surgery that night. Only two hours earlier, Dominic had been arguing with me across the dinner table, but now he gripped my sleeve like he had when we were children. \u201cStay,\u201d he whispered. \u201cDon\u2019t leave until they take me back.\u201d I promised I would be there when he woke up. For once, there were no jokes about hospital administration or my career.<\/p>\n
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While Dad paced the waiting room and Priya hurried toward her own mother\u2019s hospital hours away, I sat beside Dominic\u2019s gurney. For years, my family had treated my medical knowledge like a waste of intelligence, but now I explained everything to him. I described the procedure, anesthesia, recovery, and why his pain had shifted to the lower right side. He listened carefully. As the nurses prepared to take him toward the operating room, Dominic looked back at me, pale and frightened. Then he said something I never expected to hear from him. \u201cI\u2019m glad it was you.\u201d The doors closed behind him, and I waited, unaware that the surgeon was about to confirm something that would change how my family saw me.<\/p>\n
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