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I’m in my late 20s now, but when I was 14, my life changed forever. I had my first heart attack while on vacation with my family, and I’ve been living with Brugada syndrome ever since. If you’ve never heard of it, it’s a rare heart condition that can cause sudden heart arrhythmias and potentially lead to sudden cardiac arrest. For me, it started with a painful sensation in my chest, and I remember collapsing on the hotel floor, barely able to breathe. Waking up days later in a hospital room, my life felt like it was spiraling out of control. The doctors told me that if I hadn’t been at the hospital when the heart attack hit, I probably wouldn’t have made it. They diagnosed me with Brugada syndrome, and from that moment on, everything changed. I couldn’t do the things I loved without worrying about my heart. No more intense exercise or reckless adventures. My doctor warned me that my future could look pretty grim, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure how I’d manage, but somehow, I pushed forward. The one piece of reassurance I had was the heart rate monitor they gave me. It was a lifesaver. Whenever my heart rate starts getting out of control, the monitor beeps, and I can check in on it before anything gets too serious. Flash forward a decade. I’m used to the condition now, as much as anyone can be. I have regular checkups at the local hospital, where I go to ensure my heart is still ticking away. Sometimes I bring my girlfriend, sometimes my dad, but these days, I mostly go alone. Recently, my girlfriend and I broke up, and I didn’t feel like dragging anyone along to these appointments anymore. So, on a Friday afternoon, I found myself walking into the hospital lobby by myself, as usual. The waiting room was its usual chaotic self. Overcrowded, uncomfortable plastic chairs, and a general sense of unease in the air. Nurses were darting around between the reception desk and the back room, dealing with an overwhelming number of patients. You could hear the clattering of wheelchairs, the rustling of paperwork, and the hushed conversations of anxious patients. But above it all, the loudest sound by far was the high-pitched screaming of two kids running around in the middle of the room. I noticed them immediately. A boy and a girl—siblings, I think—chasing each other in circles. They were laughing, but their laughter was sharp and obnoxious, almost like they were testing the limits of how much noise they could make. The worst part? No one seemed to care. Not a single adult intervened, even though their antics were obviously disrupting everyone else in the room. It wasn’t unusual to hear kids playing around in the waiting room, but this was a different level. The room seemed to collectively hold its breath as the chaos continued. I tried to ignore the noise as best I could, but it wasn’t easy. After I checked in for my appointment, I found the nearest seat and settled in. I was already used to the long waits, and honestly, it was nice to have some time to just zone out. I hadn’t brought my phone with me, which was a mistake, as I was already bored out of my mind. Instead, I started staring at the educational posters on the walls about healthy living and various medical conditions. Not the most entertaining stuff, but it passed the time. That’s when the first incident happened. I heard a sudden clatter, followed by a loud yell, and then the distinct sound of pills scattering across the floor. I turned quickly and saw the two kids, Tommy and his sister, having run straight into a nurse. The nurse had been carrying a tray with medication, and now it was all over the floor. The little plastic pill bottles rolled everywhere, and a handful of multicolored pills spilled out in every direction, like a ball pit filled with capsules instead of balls. It was like something out of a bad dream. The nurse scrambled to gather everything up, pushing past people, trying to clean the mess as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, the kids just stood there, staring at the disaster they’d caused. They didn’t seem to have the slightest clue about what had happened. Their expression was blank, almost like they didn’t even realize they’d done anything wrong. As the nurse continued cleaning up, a voice came from across the room. “Did you just bump my little angels?” It was a woman’s voice, sharp and condescending. She stood up from a chair, a phone in her hand, and walked toward the nurse with a slow, deliberate stride. When the nurse didn’t respond immediately, the woman stomped over, towering over her, clearly about to make a scene. The nurse didn’t engage, and instead, she quietly continued to clean the mess, trying to push past the woman without getting caught up in a confrontation. But it didn’t work. The woman, who from now on I'll refer to as 'Karen' (because she was the epitome of an entitled, rude parent), didn't stop there. She stood there, eyes flashing with irritation, clearly upset. After a few tense moments, Karen turned...