Reynold’s POV
“Daphne, please open your eyes,” I said, my voice shaking as I followed the nurses carrying her on the sick bed toward the operating room. My heart pounded hard, and it felt like my world was falling apart. She couldn’t leave me—what have I done? I repeated her name, my voice full of fear.
“You can’t go in, okay? You have to wait out here,” the doctor said, stopping me. Before I could speak, they took her inside. I brushed my hair back, feeling frustrated and full of guilt. This was all my fault. I couldn’t lose Daphne; I felt I would die if I did.
I paced in the hallway, waiting for the doctor. Suddenly, the lights went off, and then the doctor returned. I rushed toward him. “Doctor, how is she? Please, tell me,” I asked, desperate for answers.
“She is in critical condit
