Perched on the sofa where she had collapsed earlier, Sara bit down on her thumbnail, her leg bouncing aggressively.
"Please just be alright," she chanted under her breath, over and over, as if her whispered plea could somehow influence the outcome.
The medics had taken him upstairs to one of the rooms on the second floor, and the doctors were currently examining him. Meanwhile, Sara remained frozen in place, drowning in anxious anticipation. She just needed good news—any excuse to leave this nightmare behind.
Half an hour.
For thirty agonizing minutes, she sat there, teetering between hope and dread. Would the doctors come down with reassuring news? Or would they confirm her worst fears? of him waking up.
Then, finally—footsteps.
Her head snapped up as the doctor descended the stairs
