Thirteen years ago, my life changed during a quiet overnight shift in the emergency room. I was still new to the job when a terrible accident brought in a little girl named Avery, the only survivor of her family. She held onto me tightly, terrified and shaking, whispering over and over that she didn’t want to be left alone. I stayed with her long after my shift ended, reading her a story and trying to give her some comfort in the middle of unimaginable pain.
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