Chassy

The hospital corridors blurred into a surreal haze as I rushed through them, cradling Xander's lifeless form in my arms. Ethan followed close behind, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Every step felt like an eternity, the weight of loss pressing down upon us like an insurmountable burden.

The scent of sterile cleanliness filled the air as we burst into the emergency room. Nurses and doctors turned to us, their faces transitioning from routine professionalism to somber understanding as they saw the anguish etched on my face.

"Luna," a nurse called, leading us to a sterile room with a cold, steel bed. With a heavy heart, we gently...