The room buzzes with urgent activity. Medical equipment beeps rhythmically, punctuating the tense silence in the air. Ayan lies motionless on a sleek metallic bed, his face pale, skin clammy, and his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Oxygen tubes are strapped to his face, the hiss of the machine keeping him alive reverberating through the sterile air.
Doctors and crew members crowd around, their faces grim and focused. Sweat beads on their brows as they work in frantic synchronization. The lead doctor gestures to the defibrillator, nodding at a nurse to hand it over.
"Clear!" the doctor commands, voice sharp and unyielding.
A sharp jolt surges through Ayan's body as the electrical shot slams into him, his chest arching upward before he collapses back onto the bed, lifeless again.
