Raymond's POV
The beeping was steady, Too steady.
It was the kind of sound you both feared and clung to. Nobody knows what's happening.
I stood in the hospital room, watching my father breathe beneath thin cotton sheets. Beatrice sat beside him, one hand over his. Her fingers trembled, but her face remained still—regal even in heartbreak.
Naomi stood near the window, holding Aurora close to her chest. Miranda clutched my other hand, unusually quiet.
He had fainted in the nursery. No warning, No chance to prepare for anything. Thanks God we saw him early.
And now here we were—waiting. Unsure of what to expect but everyone is acting strong Incase of what the outcome might be.
He stirred around 6:47 p.m.
Eyes fluttered open.
Beatrice gasped softly. Naomi turned. I stepped closer.
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