**Victor's Pov***

The hospital hallway feels suffocating, each sterile breath scraping against Victor’s lungs like sandpaper. He’s been pacing back and forth for what feels like hours, but the weight pressing down on his chest doesn’t lighten.

The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the distant hum of medical machines and the occasional hurried footsteps of nurses. But all Victor can hear are the echoes of his own regrets, bouncing relentlessly inside his mind.

Through the glass window, he catches a glimpse of Evelyn, his wife, surrounded by doctors and nurses.

They work urgently, their movements synchronized and efficient, but all Victor sees is her face contorted...