“We can,” a doctor said before glancing at the others. “But we’ll need to operate immediately. The blood flow to his brain has increased again. If we don’t relieve the pressure, he might die "

The words hit like ice in my chest. “Surgery? Now?”

“Yes,” the doctor replied firmly, already slipping on his gloves. “We can’t risk waiting any longer, Mrs. Ward."

Nurses began to move quickly, disconnecting some of the monitors and adjusting the IV. The quiet beeping turned chaotic, matching the fear thudding in my chest.

I reached for Vincent’s hand, squeezing it gently as they began to prep him . “You’ll be fine," I whispered, forcing...