In the somber atmosphere of the hospital, Xavier's heart pounded relentlessly as he followed Doctor Moses into his office. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled the air, heightening the tension that clung to him like a suffocating shroud.
"Please, tell me what's happening. How is Queen?" Xavier implored, his voice trembling with anxiety.
Doctor Moses sighed, his expression grave. "Xavier, your fiancée, Queen, suffered a severe head injury when she fell down the stairs. We're doing everything we can, but it's a critical situation."
Dread washed over Xavier as he sank into a chair. "What can I do? I'll do anything to help her."
"I understand your concern, Xavier. Queen is in a coma, and we're monitoring her closely. We need time to assess the extent of the damage," explained Doctor Moses. "Right now, all we can do is wait and hope for the best."
The room seemed to close in on Xavier as he absorbed the weight of the news. "Is there any chance she'll wake up?" he asked, desperation lacing his words.
"We can't predict the outcome at this stage. Head injuries are unpredictable, and each case is unique. We're doing our best to provide the necessary care," the doctor replied, trying to convey both honesty and empathy.
Xavier's mind raced with thoughts of the life he and Queen had planned together. The promises of love and happiness now hung precariously in the balance. "I need to see her. Can I be with her?"
Doctor Moses nodded, guiding Xavier back to the VIP emergency ward. As they approached Queen's bedside, machines beeped rhythmically, monitoring her fragile state. Xavier's heart ached at the sight of her pale face, her vulnerability stark against the clinical surroundings.
He took her hand, whispering words of love and encouragement, hoping against hope that she would hear him in the depths of her unconsciousness. The monitors continued their steady beeping, a haunting reminder of the fragility of life.
Days turned into nights as Xavier remained by Queen's side, a silent sentinel in the dimly lit room. The hospital became a maze of emotions – hope warring with despair, uncertainty clinging to every passing moment.
A night came, Xavier feeling very famished and thirsty, stepped out of the hospital to get some food leaving Queen all alone in her ward under the care of no one. As Xavier stepped out of the hospital, exhaustion weighed heavily on his shoulders. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow on the empty corridors, echoing the hushed whispers of nurses passing by. He needed a moment to clear his mind, if only briefly, unbeknownst to him, as he navigated the sterile hallways, a masked figure slipped into Queen's room. The soft hum of medical equipment and the occasional distant beep of monitors provided an eerie symphony to the clandestine actions taking place.
The masked nurse approached Queen's bedside with an air of secrecy, carefully checking the surroundings before reaching for a syringe. The dim light accentuated the glint of the needle as it pierced the rubber seal of the IV bag. The nurse injected an unknown substance into the drip, ensuring the act was discreet and undetected.
Queen, lost in the realm of unconsciousness, remained oblivious to the intrusion. The masked nurse moved silently, leaving no trace of the covert visit. The room returned to its previous state of monitored tranquility, the rhythmic beeping of machines betraying no sign of the subtle disturbance.
Meanwhile, Xavier returned to the hospital with a tray of hastily chosen food. As he reentered the VIP emergency ward, a sense of urgency propelled him to Queen's side. However, the room seemed different – an unspoken tension lingered in the air.
Xavier noticed Queen's peaceful sleep, her features unchanged. Yet, an unexplainable unease settled within him. Instinctively, he glanced at the monitors, searching for any irregularities. The beeping persisted, but the shadow of doubt had already crept into Xavier's mind.
Concern etched across his face, Xavier sat by Queen's side, he was scared but unsure of anything, after checking her properly, he took in a deep breath, seeing she was still fast asleep, he picked up the meal he just bought and carefully opened the pack and slowly began to eat