chapter 23
Hours later, the waiting room was suffocating with silence and anxiety. Mrs. Anderson sat with her hands clasped tightly together, her knuckles white, while Mark paced back and forth, glancing at the ICU doors every few minutes. Time felt like it had slowed to a crawl, each second dragging painfully by as they waited for any news about Jason. Finally, the doors swung open, and a doctor emerged, wiping sweat from his brow. His face was weary but composed, showing the signs of a long and exhausting operation. Mrs. Anderson immediately shot to her feet, her heart in her throat, with Mark close behind. "Doctor, how is he?" she asked, her voice trembling with desperation. "Is my son okay?" The doctor took a deep breath, his eyes softening as he faced them. "The operation was successful, but
- Writer
