Lost_Sisters

Simi's anguished cries pierced the air, her gaze fixed on her phone as she teetered on the edge of consciousness. A call flashed on the screen, but she could only watch, her strength waning with each passing moment. In a sudden burst, Jeff burst into the room. His feet froze as he beheld Simi lying amidst a pool of blood, speechless and stunned to his core. The echoes of her distraught voice, hinting at self-harm, reverberated in his mind. “Why? Why?” He dropped to his knees beside her, pulling her fragile form into his arms. “What have you done?” he cried, his eyes brimming with tears of concern. Simi met his gaze, attempting to speak, yet no words emerged. She shook her head weakly, her face trying to report to Jeff, but Jeff fumbled with his phone, dialling for emergency assistance as panic gripped him, too busy to be aware of Simi's action. Before help arrived, Simi slipped into unconsciousness, leaving Jeff to grapple with the tumult of emotions raging within him. As they raced towards the hospital, Jeff stood vigil at Simi's side, his mind consumed by the fear of losing her. Hours later, the doctors emerged from the theatre room. Jeff's heart raced as he approached them, desperate for any sign of hope. “How is she?” His voice cracked with emotion, his eyes searching for answers. Dr. Johnson, the senior physician, met his gaze with a heavy sigh. “I'm sorry, Mr. Jeff…”