Paul lay on his hospital bed, his eyes fixed on the bland ceiling as the sterile environment of the hospital room enveloped him. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and the events of the past few days had left him exhausted and emotionally drained.
Suddenly, the rhythmic beeping of machines was interrupted as a ward boy approached his bedside. He whispered softly, his voice filled with a sense of urgency, "Sir."
Paul's attention was instantly drawn to the door. A sense of anticipation gripped him as he waited for the ward boy to speak further.
"Sir, your mother wants to talk with you," the ward boy said, his voice carrying the weight of the message he bore.
Without a moment's hesitation, Paul sprang from his bed, his heart racing with a mixture of emotions. He dashed to the front door of his hospital room, eager to hear his mother's voice.
"Give me the phone," he requested, his voice filled with a sense of urgency as he extended his hand.
