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The doctor's words hung in the air like a heavy fog, casting a pall over the room as he delivered the devastating news. "I'm sorry," he began, his voice gentle but tinged with sorrow. "Abby is in a coma."

Remo's heart sank at the doctor's words, a cold knot of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. Coma. The word echoed in his mind like a death knell, filling him with a sense of profound despair.

The doctor continued, his voice steady as he explained the severity of Abby's condition. He spoke of traumatic injuries, of damage to her brain and body that had left her unconscious and unresponsive. Each word felt like a dagger to Remo's heart, a painful reminder of the fragility of life and the cruel twists of fate.

As the doctor detailed Abby's prognosis, Remo felt as if he were living in a nightmare from which he could not wake. He struggled to comprehend the enormity of what had happened, the magnitude of their loss.