The pressure and inflammation built up and the doctors tried everything but when she had a seizure they thought she would die. They still hooked her up to a pulse monitor, which they did while she was passed out.
He stroked to her hair and whispered, "Mi amor, puedes luchar contra él, pero no lo hacen si le duele. Está bien que me dejes."
After a few minutes, a doctor whispered, "I think she's gone."
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