[COMPLETE] If i could turn back time

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As they sat in Mia's hospital room, they fell into a deep conversation about their shared past. They talked about their first meeting in middle school, the shared classes, and the countless sleepovers that turned into deep conversations about life and dreams.

"Do you remember our first road trip?" Ava asked, a nostalgic smile on her face. "We got lost so many times, and the car broke down in the middle of nowhere."

Mia laughed, her voice shaky. "And we ended up sleeping in the car because there wasn't a motel in sight."

They continued to reminisce, their stories weaving a tapestry of shared memories and experiences. They talked about their favorite movies, their most embarrassing moments, and their dreams for the future.

All the while, Mia's vision continued to fade. The room around her grew darker until all she could see was black. She kept quiet about it, not wanting to worry Ava and Lily. She focused on their voices, their laughter, and the warmth of their presence.

As the night wore on, Mia found it increasingly difficult to hide her vision loss. She stumbled when she tried to walk, missed when she tried to grab things, and squinted as if she was trying to focus on something far away.

Ava and Lily noticed her strange behavior, their brows furrowing in confusion. "Mia, are you okay?" Ava asked, concern etching her voice. "You seem... off."

Mia hesitated, not wanting to worry them. But she knew she couldn't hide it any longer. "I... I can't see," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Mia's admission hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the room. Ava and Lily were taken aback, their hearts sinking at the fear evident in Mia's voice.

"Mia..." Ava began, her voice choked with emotion. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

Mia shrugged, her face pale. "I didn't want to worry you," she admitted. "I thought... I thought it would get better."

Ava and Lily rushed to comfort her, their own fears momentarily pushed aside. They reassured her that they were there for her, that they would face this together.
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The hours leading up to Mia's surgery were tense. Ava and Lily did their best to keep the atmosphere light, but the worry was evident in their eyes. They stayed by Mia's side, their presence a comforting constant.

"Mia, we're here for you," Lily said, her voice filled with determination. "You're not alone in this. We're with you every step of the way."

Despite the fear gnawing at her, Mia felt a small spark of hope. She wasn't alone. She had Ava and Lily, and they would face whatever came next together.

The day of the surgery arrived with a heavy sense of anticipation. Mia was quiet, her face pale, but there was a determined set to her jaw. Ava and Lily stayed by her side right until she was wheeled into the operating room, their hands squeezing hers in a silent promise of support.

"We'll be right here when you wake up, Mia," Ava said, her voice steady despite the tears welling in her eyes.

In the operating room, the doctors worked diligently, their faces focused. Outside, Ava and Lily waited, their hearts heavy with worry.

The hours during Mia's surgery were some of the longest Ava and Lily had ever experienced. The waiting room felt cold and impersonal, a stark contrast to the warmth and camaraderie they were used to. They sat together, their hands clasped tightly, drawing comfort from each other's presence.

They talked in hushed tones, their conversation a distraction from the worry gnawing at them. They shared stories about Mia, their laughter a balm for their anxious hearts.

"Remember when Mia tried to learn how to skateboard and ended up crashing into a bush?" Lily asked, a small smile on her face.

Ava chuckled, the memory bringing a brief respite from her worry. "And she came out of the bush with a bird's nest on her head."

As the hours passed, a doctor finally came out to update them. His face was grave, his voice low as he delivered the news. "Mia's in a critical condition," he said. "The surgery was more complicated than we anticipated."

Ava and Lily felt their hearts sink, fear gripping them. But they held onto each other, drawing strength from their shared worry. They thanked the doctor for his honesty and asked to be kept updated.

Back in the waiting room, they clung to each other, their minds filled with thoughts of Mia. They whispered words of hope, their voices shaky but determined. "She's strong. She'll pull through," Ava said, her voice filled with conviction.

Ava and Lily spent the following hours in a state of anxious anticipation. The news of Mia's critical condition weighed heavily on them, but they refused to give in to despair. They held each other, their silent support a testament to their shared worry and hope.

They spoke of Mia, their words a mix of fond memories and fervent wishes for her recovery. "Mia's a fighter," Lily said, her voice filled with determination. "She won't give up easily."

As they waited, they found comfort in their shared memories of Mia. They remembered her laughter, her courage, her spirit. And they held onto the hope that those qualities would see her through this critical time.

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The hours turned into days, and Mia remained unconscious. The doctors reassured Ava and Lily that this was not unusual after such a complicated surgery, but that did little to alleviate their worry. They spent their days and nights in the hospital, waiting for any sign of improvement.

They filled the sterile hospital room with warmth and love, talking to the unconscious Mia as if she could hear them. They told her about their day, recounted funny stories, and reassured her that they were there, waiting for her to wake up.

"Do you remember the time we found that stray cat?" Ava asked one day, a small smile on her face. "Mia was so adamant about not letting it in the house because she didn't like cats."

Lily laughed, the memory bringing a brief respite from her worry. "And then it started raining, and she felt so guilty that she made us a makeshift shelter for it."

They continued to share stories about Mia, their voices filling the room with warmth and familiarity. They spoke of her strength, her determination, and her unwavering spirit, their words a testament to their belief in her.