Ryan and Leo stood in front of the hospital, neither saying a word. The white building loomed before them like a fortress, sterile and cold.
It felt unnatural, suffocating, and neither brother wanted to go inside. But they had to. They had almost lost their father once, and the thought of it happening again sat like a heavy weight on their chests.
"Are you ready?" Leo finally asked, breaking the silence. His voice was quiet, but there was a tremor in it that Ryan had never heard before.
Ryan shook his head. "No. But we don't have a choice, do we?"
Leo didn't respond, and after a moment, they both started walking toward the entrance. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the hallway as they made their way to the ICU, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Ryan's heart ra
