The sterile, fluorescent lights of the hospital cast an eerie glow on Mo Ting's face. His eyes, bloodshot and weary, were fixed on the heavy, swinging door of the operating room. Every tick of the clock felt like an eternity, each second a cruel reminder of the time slipping away. Eight hours. It felt like days.
Lu Feng, his ever-reliable assistant, hovered nearby, his face etched with concern.
"Mr. Mo, you should change your clothes. You're covered in blood." His voice was gentle, but the undercurrent of worry was unmistakable.
Mo Ting barely acknowledged him, his mind consumed by the woman he loved. Lin Nuan. His heart pounded in his chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and anxiety. He had never felt so helpless, so utterly powerless.
He couldn't focus on anything but the door to the operating room, willing it to open, willing Lin Nuan to walk through it, smiling and teasing him about his worry. "She's strong," he whispered to himself, as if repeating it could make it true. "She'll be fine."
Suddenly, the door swung open, and a figure emerged. It was Qiao Ye, his expression grim. Mo Ting's heart sank as he approached.
"Mo Ting," Qiao Ye began, his voice heavy with sorrow, "Lin Nuan was pregnant."The news hit Mo Ting like a ton of bricks. His world tilted, and for a moment, he thought he might collapse.
"She miscarried due to the accident," Qiao Ye continued, his voice barely audible. "And... she's in a partial coma."
"We can only pray," Qiao Ye offered, his voice filled with sympathy. Mo Ting stood there, motionless, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He could barely breathe, his heart aching with a pain he had never known. All he could do now was wait, and hope. Hope that a miracle would happen, that Lin Nuan would wake up.
Qiao Ye watched Mo Ting, his usually sharp features now softened by despair. The once vibrant man was now a mere shadow of himself, his eyes haunted by sorrow. The blood-stained shirt, a stark reminder of the accident, clung to his body, a symbol of the pain he was enduring."Mo Ting," Qiao Ye's voice was gentle, yet firm, "You need to clean up. You can't stay like this."Mo Ting's gaze was fixed on the floor, his mind racing with thoughts of Lin Nuan. If only he had been brave enough to confess his feelings, to tell her how much he loved her. Perhaps then, she wouldn't have fallen for Tang Shaoting. Perhaps then, this tragedy would have been avoided."Mo Ting, you need to clean yourself up," Qiao Ye insisted, his voice firm yet compassionate. "You can't go see her like this. She needs to see you strong, not broken."With a heavy heart, Mo Ting finally nodded, the weight of his regrets pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. He stumbled toward the restroom, each step feeling like a monumental task. As he washed away the remnants of the accident, he couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that clung to him.
If only he had been brave enough to confess his feelings to Lin Nuan before it was too late. If only he had taken the chance to tell her that she was the one he loved, that she was the light in his life. Instead, he had let fear dictate his actions, and now he was left with nothing but the bitter taste of regret.
Emerging from the restroom, Mo Ting felt slightly more composed, but the turmoil inside him remained. Qiao Ye was waiting, his expression a mix of concern and encouragement. "Are you ready?" he asked gently.
Mo Ting took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. "Yeah, let's go."
As they walked down the sterile corridor, Qiao Ye spoke softly, trying to lift Mo Ting's spirits. "Lin Nuan is strong. She's a fighter. You have to believe that she'll pull through this. Your love for her can give her the strength she needs."
Mo Ting nodded, though doubt lingered in his heart. "What if she doesn't wake up? What if I never get the chance to tell her how I feel?"
"Then you'll have to live with that regret," Qiao Ye replied, his voice steady. "But if you don't go in there and show her your love, you'll regret it even more. You owe it to her to fight for her, just as she's fighting for her life."
As they approached the door to Lin Nuan's room, Mo Ting's heart raced. He could hear the steady beeping of the machines inside, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, the weight of his unspoken words pressing heavily on his chest.
"Whatever happens in there, remember that you love her," Qiao Ye said, giving Mo Ting a reassuring nod. "That's what matters most."
With a deep breath, Mo Ting pushed the door open, stepping into the room where Lin Nuan lay, pale and still. The sight of her brought a fresh wave of pain, but he knew he had to be strong. He had to believe that she would rise again, that he would have the chance to tell her everything he had kept hidden for so long.
"Lin Nuan," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I'm here. I love you. Please come back to me."
And as he stood by her side, he prayed with all his heart that his words would reach her, that she would find the strength to awaken and give him the chance to make things right.