Pov Samuel
For the past few hours, I hadn't diverted my gaze from Emelia’s pale face for even a single second. I tightly gripped her cold hand, constantly hoping for a small miracle to happen tonight. Hoping those slender fingers would twitch, or at least her eyelids would flutter slightly as a sign that she was returning to me. Yet, I still felt nothing.
Inside this entirely white room that felt so foreign and grim, the only thing I could hear was the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor. Beep... beep... beep...
I slowly turned my head toward the machine's screen, ensuring that the wavy lines on it were still moving. Although I didn't fully understand the meaning behind those medical graphics, at least that constant pulse served as the only proof that my wife was still breathing
