Adrian hesitated as he entered the hospital room. He felt restless and his heart raced as his eyes took in every detail around him. The beeping of monitors, the smell of antiseptic in the air, and the anxious people rushing through the corridors created a desolate atmosphere. He approached Kenna, who lay motionless in bed, connected to numerous machines, her face pale and marked by bruises.
His eyes filled with tears as he held Kenna's cold, delicate hand. He gazed at her serene face, trying to find signs of life where there had once been vibrancy and light. Adrian felt a c***k in his heart as he remembered how everything had happened.
- Kenna... - Adrian began to speak, his voice trembling. - I know you can hear me. I need you to wake up, Kenna. Our daughter was born; she's beautiful. Y
