Aron brothers rushed outside, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they piled into the car. The tension was palpable, heavy in the air between them. Every second felt like an eternity as they sped towards the city hospital. After twenty agonizing minutes, they finally arrived.
Their faces were pale, etched with worry and exhaustion, but none of them paused to catch their breath. They burst through the hospital's front doors, the sterile smell of disinfectant and the low hum of machines barely registering in their frantic state. Aron led the way, his heart thudding in his chest as he darted towards the side corridor.
Without a second thought, he grabbed Jay's arm and yanked him, pulling everyone with him into a small, dimly lit side room near the emergency passage. The suddenness of the movement caused Jay to stumble, shaking Aron's hand off as he regained his balance.
