When Amber woke up, she was in a hospital bed. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, and the steady beeping of machines was the only sound. Her body ached and felt weak, but her first thought was of Stefan.

"Stefan..." she whispered, her voice hoarse.

A nurse appeared beside her. "Mrs. Morgan, you're awake. Try to stay calm. You've been through a lot."

"Where's my husband?" Amber asked, her eyes filling with tears. "Is he... is he okay?"

The nurse's expression softened. "He's in surgery. The doctors are doing everything they can. You need to rest."

Amber's heart ached with worry and guilt. She closed her eyes, praying...