Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, Jack, and Clara sat in the hospital room, a heavy silence filling the room as they watched Vivian, still unmoving in her hospital bed.
Mrs. Anderson, sitting stiffly in her chair, broke the silence. "It’s been three weeks, and still... no change. I just hope she doesn’t...”
Her voice faltered before she whispered, "die… especially because of the baby.”
Jack’s eyes snapped to his mother, his face hardening as a cold anger bubbled up inside him.
He shot her a sharp look. "The baby? That’s what you’re worried about?"
Mrs. Anderson turned, surprised by his tone. "Of course, I’m concerned about Vivian too, but you know how delicate this is. Her condition... the baby’s survival…"
Jack stood abruptly, his hands clenched into fists by his sides.
"No, Mom. You don't g
