In the dimly lit hospital room, Cassie lay weakly on the bed, IV tubes attached to her body. Her breathing was labored, and her pale face highlighted how fragile her condition was. At her bedside, Kevin sat holding his sister's hand. His eyes were tearful, his face showing deep guilt.
"I should have taken better care of you, Cassie... I shouldn't have treated you like that," Kevin murmured, his voice trembling.
Cassie tried to smile, though it was heavy. "It's not your fault, Kev. You've done your best. I just want you to be happy, no matter what happens."
However, Cassie's words only deepened Kevin's pain. He couldn't accept that his sister's life hung by a thin thread. His eyes fixed on the door, hoping Lucca would return soon.
