EMMA POV
Back at the hospital, the clock on the wall ticked mercilessly forward. Midnight had come and gone, and there was still no news. I had spent hours pacing the halls, my mind running through every possible outcome.
Finally, just as I thought I couldn’t take another moment, the door to the operating room opened, and Dr. Aaron stepped out, looking tired but calm. I practically ran to him, my heart in my throat.
“How is she? Is she okay?”
Dr. Aaron took a deep breath. “The surgery was successful. We were able to remove the tumour, but... she’s not out of danger just yet, we can't be too relaxed. The next 24 hours are critical.”
I nodded, relief washing over me in waves. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He placed a hand on my shoulder. “She’s a fighter. You did everything you could
