The heart monitor’s unending flatline echoed in Emma's ears, a haunting sound of finality. She clung to Tom's hand, whispering desperate prayers, begging for a miracle. Just as the ambulance doors swung open to reveal the chaotic scene at the hospital entrance, a miracle happened.
The heart monitor beeped, a weak but unmistakable sign of life. The paramedics, initially discouraged, sprang back into action with renewed urgency. "We have a pulse!" one of them shouted, a glimmer of hope sparking in their eyes.
Emma gasped, tears of gratitude streaming down her face. "Thank you! thank you for not leaving me," she whispered, her voice trembling. She clung to his hand, feeling the faint but persistent beat of his heart under her fingers.
The ambulance stopped, and the paramedics rushed Tom o
