Henry entered the emergency room with hurried steps, his heart heavy with guilt and worry. His eyes fell on Lilianna lying on the bed, pale and fragile, an IV drip connected to her arm. The sight made his chest tighten.
Turning to the nurse stationed nearby, he asked urgently, "What happened to her?"
"Her BP dropped, and she fainted. She is stable now."
Henry nodded slowly, a pang of guilt cutting through him like a knife. He had been so caught up in his work that he hadn't noticed her condition. "Arrange a private room for her," he instructed.
"Of course, doctor. It'll just take a moment," the nurse replied before stepping out of the room.
Henry moved closer to Lilianna's bed. He reached out and gently clasped her hand in his, his thumb grazing over her knuckles.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and his heart sank further. Pressing a tender kiss to the back of her hand, he added softly, "I promise I won't let you down again."
