Nara POV
I was at the Golden Hospital, sitting on one of those cold, stiff waiting room chairs that felt like they were designed to punish people for having emotions. I kept glancing at the double doors to the operating room, willing the doctor to burst out and tell me Nick was okay. But the silence? It was torturous. The hallway felt too quiet, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.
Thirty minutes later, my parents arrived. My dad rushed straight to me and wrapped me in the warmest hug like I was five years old again and had scraped my knee. "It’s going to be okay, sweetheart," he whispered, and for a moment, I wanted to believe him.
My mom, on the other hand, looked like she was about to faint. Makeup smudged, heels wobbling, and panic literally oozing from her pores. Sh
