Jason's POV
Time felt like an illusion as my mind was consumed with fear of losing Emily. Every second stretched into an eternity, each tick of the clock a relentless reminder of the uncertainty that loomed over us. The waiting room was suffocating. The sterile white walls closed in on me, and the flickering fluorescent lights above mocked the rhythm of the heart monitor I longed to hear inside Emily’s room. My thoughts raced uncontrollably, conjuring the worst-case scenarios and replaying the haunting question that never left my mind.
What if I lose her?
The weight of that possibility pressed on my chest like a slab of concrete, making it hard to breathe. My fists clenched at my knees, nails biting into my palms. I had faced death countless times, I had stared into the eyes of enemies
