COURTNEY ATHENA's POV
"Mommy..."
The sound of my voice echoed off the sterile walls of the hospital room, but it felt hollow and distant. My heart skipped a beat as I stepped into the room, my mind racing, trying to process the scene before me. My mother lay on the hospital bed, her once vibrant face now pale and still, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor the only indication that she was still alive. The room was filled with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the muted hum of the hospital machinery, creating an atmosphere that felt both foreign and frightening.
My older brother, was by her side, his expression one of profound concern. He looked up at me with eyes that seemed to hold a myriad of emotions—fear, worry, and a deep sense of helplessness. His normally composed demeanor
