Mile’s POV
“Daphne, please wake up…” I plead, my voice thick with desperation as I cradle her in the carrier, cradling her as if she were made of glass. “Daphne, please… Daphne…” The sound of my own voice chokes me, each syllable laced with a desperate hope I’m afraid is already lost.
A nurse’s firm voice cuts through my haze: “Sir, you can’t come in, okay? You’ll have to wait outside.” Her tone is apologetic yet unyielding.
“She’s my wife—I need to be with her,” I insist, the desperation in my plea unmistakable. My eyes search hers for any sign of leniency.
But before I can push past, she shakes her head. “I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t,” she says as she locks the door in my face. I run a frustrated hand through my hair, pushing it back as anger and despair knot inside me.
A sharp sho
