They reached the hospital in panic, hearts thudding like drums as they ran through the bright white corridors, the smell of antiseptic mixing with fear. Ava spotted the ward first and darted in.
Adam lay still on the bed, pale under the harsh lights. A tube ran down his arm, machines beeped beside him—each sound stabbing deeper into their hearts.
“Adam!” Ava cried, falling beside him. Her shaking hands grabbed his arm, tears spilling down her face uncontrollably.
Daphne entered next, her eyes going wide. She pressed a hand to her chest, gasping. “Oh, my son…” Her voice broke mid-sentence.
At the door, Dawn froze. Her vision blurred, her breath catching in her throat. What if he doesn’t wake up? What if I lose him? Her legs wobbled, the room spun, then a loud thud followed.
“Dawn!” Dap
