In the midst of the hospital's bustle, Christ felt restless. Each step on this floor felt increasingly suffocating, thoughts of Clara haunting him. “Where is she now?” A burning curiosity pushed him to continue searching, even as his steps grew more unsteady.

He walked down the corridor filled with the sounds of ringing phones and the whispers of visitors. The waiting room was crowded with families awaiting news of their loved ones, and Christ tried to ignore the atmosphere. He stared at the doors of the rooms, hoping to find Clara behind one of them.

Time passed, and Christ began to feel frustrated. He wandered around the floor, observing every...