Elara sat stiffly in the hospital waiting room, her hands clenched so tightly around the disposable coffee cup that it crumpled under the pressure. The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed above her, casting an unflattering glow over the white tile floors and beige walls. It was as if the universe itself had decided she deserved to be as uncomfortable as humanly possible.
Nearby, Helena paced furiously, her heels clicking against the floor with a sound so sharp it could have cut glass. Felix was perched awkwardly on the edge of a chair, typing furiously on his phone as if a solution to their current disaster could be found on the internet.
"Amara has completely lost it," Helena hissed, her normally composed demeanor cracking. "First, she shows up with him, then she publicly humiliates us, and now Gerald is in the ICU! She's ruined everything!"
