Footsteps resonated as the door burst open in a hurry probably attracted by my shout, but I barely cared.

My eyes remained solely on Ethan, my palm continuously tapping on his face.

My fingers trembled as I tried to wake him.

“Please wake up, Ethan,” I begged, tears dripping down my chin but I barely felt it as I shook him.

"Plea…please don't die.

Please wake up,” I cried louder and desperately as I shook him with force this time.

But still he remained still and unmoving.

Fingers wrapped around his wrist and I struggled to read his pulse—but it was faint, and so was his heart beat.

Fear, terror,...