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Either way, Sophie stayed.
Their eight-year-old son Toby remained unusually quiet through it all. While adults moved between exhaustion, paperwork, consultations, and restrained grief, he sat in the corner holding a small blue backpack tightly against his chest. Most assumed he was coping the way children often do during trauma — withdrawing inward while adults manage the visible crisis.
By the fourteenth day, the medical outlook had become increasingly bleak. The neurologist explained carefully that David’s brain swelling had not improved in the ways they hoped. The responses doctors needed to see were absent. Continuing life support, they believed, was unlikely to change the outcome.
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