Rosemary PoV
The soft glow of the nightlight cast a warm hue over the room, and the rhythmic hum of the breathing machine filled the silence. As I lay beside Anis, exhaustion finally pulling me into a restless sleep, my mind couldn't escape the weight of the day's events and the looming uncertainties.
In my dream, the room was eerily quiet, the comforting hum of the machine absent. I looked down to see Anis, her tiny body still and lifeless. Panic surged through me as I reached out, trying to wake her, but her eyes remained closed, her chest unmoving.
"No, no, no," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Anis, please."
The room seemed to close in around me, the walls pressing in as my heart pounded in my chest. I called out for help, but no sound came. The silence was deafening, the fear choking me.
