Lisa’s POV
The rest of the day became difficult for me to separate into clear memories, everything that happened later dissolved into fragments… voices, footsteps, muted conversations, nurses walking in and out, the constant sound of machines monitoring his heartbeat. Nothing stayed properly on my mind, not time, not conversations. Not even myself, just Ethan… only him. Only the terrifying image of him lying still beneath white hospital sheets while the words brake failure echoed mercilessly inside my head, every single time that thought returned, something cold twisted violently inside my chest.
By evening, security around the hospital floor had doubled. Two guards remained outside Ethan’s room permanently while another stayed near the elevators. Chris handled most of it himself. I watc
