Clara Vance's POV
The sterile hospital corridor stretches endlessly before me as I pace outside Grandmother's room. The doctors won't tell me anything concrete. Just vague medical terms about "sudden onset" and "unknown cause."
Her collapse happened so quickly. One moment she was perfectly fine, discussing business matters over tea. The next, she was writhing in agony, clutching her chest as if something was tearing her apart from the inside.
"Miss Vance?" A nurse approaches with a clipboard. "The doctor would like to speak with you."
I follow her into the consultation room where Dr. Martinez waits with a grim expression. His usually confident demeanor seems shaken.
"I've never seen anything quite like this," he begins, pulling up her charts on his tablet. "Your grandmother's symptoms don't match any conventional illness. The pain appears to be targeting specific pressure points, almost as if..."
"As if what?"
