Knoxville and Electra stood vigilantly by Mr. Rodriguez's bedside, their eyes fixed on the fragile form lying before them. The life support machine beeped steadily, its tubes and wires snaking around Mr. Rodriguez's face and body, a stark reminder of the precariousness of his condition.
Knoxville's eyes welled up with tears, but he fought to maintain a strong facade, unwilling to give in to his emotions. Electra, sensing his distress, reached out and took his hand in hers. "He's going to be okay," she said softly, her voice a gentle balm to Knoxville's frazzled nerves.
Knoxville's voice cracked as he spoke, his words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "I pray he was, I wished a miracle happened. I used to be a doctor, and I know when it gets to this stage, it's always a 70/30 survival rat
