“You’re Making Up Symptoms,” They Laughed—Until the Specialist’s Report Came Back.

“Emma,” Dr. Stevens said gently, “how are you feeling?”

I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. Pain flashed through my joints. “Bad,” I whispered.

Dr. Stevens’s eyes flicked to the corner. “Mrs. Mitchell—”

My mother cut her off. “She fainted because she skips breakfast to sleep in. She does it for attention. Please stop encouraging her.”

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