Seventy-Two: Heavy Hearts.

You know that feeling when you zone out of reality, when the pain seems so unbearable that you just want out, you’re desperately hoping that this is some nightmare because even though you’ve pinched yourself a thousand times, you’re just so afraid to believe that it actually happened.

That was Sofia Winters in that very moment as she sat on the hospital waiting room chair, eyes set in a distance but on no particular object and so many thoughts flooding behind her eyes. A tear was on the brink of falling down her cheeks and her throat was the most sore she ever had it.

It had been just an hour but it felt as though she already had been through the five stages of grief, from screaming in the center of the hospital halls, to pacing across each post and corner, to fidgeting and the near nervous breakdown, to the river of tears that she exhausted from her eyes to the weight of the world she felt clinching around her heart.

She thought she was having a heart attack.

All while it was just h