Time seemed to crawl as he waited for an update.

Jack paced the hospital corridor, the sound of his shoes tapping rhythmically against the cold floor.

Time dragged painfully as he waited for any news about Tasha. The last few hours had been a whirlwind, and his mind was still not settled. "What happened? Was Tasha okay?"

A hundred thoughts swirled around in his head, but none of them stuck for long.

Finally, a doctor emerged from the room. Jack straightened up immediately, his pulse quickening.

“Mr. Jack?” the doctor asked, scanning the waiting area.

“Yes, that’s me,” Jack responded, stepping forward. “How is she?”

The doctor gave him a...