That night, the ICU room felt quieter than usual. White lights illuminated Julio’s body lying motionless. Sheena sat beside the bed, holding her husband’s hand with both of hers. Her breathing was steady, even though her chest felt tight.

“I’m here,” Sheena said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She stroked the back of Julio’s hand with her thumb, a habit she had done countless times. The sound of medical machines hummed gently. Sheena lowered her head, fighting off the sudden wave of exhaustion.

Suddenly, the monitor beside the bed beeped louder. The numbers on the screen changed rapidly.

Sheena turned in panic. “Julio?”

The alarm blared sharply.

“Doctor!” Sheena shouted...