When there was no response, Christina shook Lillian's shoulders, not deterred by her mother's horrid condition. All that scared her was never seeing her smile again, hearing her call her name, or laugh at her silly jokes. She couldn't lose her, not even in a nightmare!
Christina's voice shattered into raw sobs, her tears falling onto Lillian's lifeless body. She tightly clung to her mother, as if her anguished cries, the warmth of her touch could somehow bring her back to life.
The once quiet wards was now filled with Christina's heart-wrenching cries, the lights dimming as if they too were unable to bear the sight of her suffering. Each passing second seemed to crush her hope, pushing her to a complete breakdown.
Just as she was on the brink of acceptance, the lights flickered, and a gust of wind swept into the room. A silent figure materialized at a distance from Christina, its presence injecting lost hope into the somber room.
