Will Lucian survive?
Will he be alright?
Liz's heart pounded in her chest as she paced the corridor outside the emergency room, her mind plagued with worry.
Hours had slipped by since Doctor Marcus had entered to examine Lucian, yet there had been no update thus far.
Liz clenched and unclenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The hospital hallway felt suffocating, the bright fluorescent lights casting an artificial glow on the sterile walls.
She could hear the distant beeping of medical equipment and the muffled conversations of staff members, but all she could focus on was the silence emanating from the emergency room.
The longer it persisted, the more her anxiety heightened, fueling her restless pacing. She glanced at the clock on the wall, its ticking becoming an audible reminder of the passing time, each second feeling like an eternity.
