People gathered everywhere on the hillside. Aria and Lucas was laid there unconscious. Aria was still bleeding from the stomach, Lucas was also laid there unconscious, similarly unconscious.
As the crowd held its collective breath, the ambulance arrived on the scene, it's siren piercing the air. The doctor and paramedics leapt into action. Their movement swift and deliberate as they carefully loaded Aria and Lucas to the vehicle. The ambulance doors slammed shut, and the vehicle sped off towards the city hospital, its sirens blaring a sense of urgency.
As the ambulance doors burst open, the hospital's emergency team sprang into action. The two doctors, their faces set with determination, shouted for everyone to make way as they rushed Aria and Lucas to the operation theatre. The hospital's corridors were abuzz with activity, the sound of beeping machines and muted conversations filling the air.
In another part of the hospital, a different scene was unfolding. A well-known billionaire, accompanied by his wife, had just arrived with their daughter Anika, who had also been involved in an accident. Mrs. Cynthia, a seasoned doctor, quickly attended to them, her expression a mask of professionalism despite the surprise that flickered in her eyes at the sight of the billionaire couple.
As the parents of Lucas arrived at the hospital, their faces etched with worry, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Everyone was waiting with bated breath for news from the doctors. Finally, Doctor Cynthia emerged from the operating room, a look of relief on his face. "Lucas is going to be okay," he announced, his voice firm but gentle. "The operation was a success, and we've managed to remove the poison from his system."
Mrs. Cynthia, meanwhile, had gone to check on Aria. She was relieved to see that the operation and treatment had been successful, and Aria's stomach was now bandaged. However, Aria still hadn't regained consciousness and wasn't breathing on her own. Mrs. Cynthia instructed the nurse to stay with Aria for a while, her eyes filled with concern.
Just then, the two other doctors rushed into the room, their faces grim. "Mrs. Cynthia, I'm afraid we have some bad news," one of them said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Anika... she didn't make it." Mrs. Cynthia's expression faltered, and she felt a pang of sadness. She knew that breaking the news to Anika's parents would be one of the toughest tasks she'd ever had to face.
Mrs. Cynthia took a deep breath as she walked outside the hospital, her eyes fixed on Anika's parents, who were pacing anxiously in the waiting area. She could sense their worry and fear, and her heart went out to them. As she approached them, she steeled herself for the difficult task ahead.
"Mr. and Mrs...." she began, her voice gentle but firm. "I'm afraid I have some bad news to share with you. Despite our best efforts, Anika didn't survive. Her injuries were too severe, and we couldn't save her."
Mrs. Anita's face crumpled, and she burst into tears, her body shaking with sobs. Her husband, however, seemed to hold back his emotions, his eyes welling up with tears but not spilling over. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his wife, holding her close as she wept.
As Mrs. Cynthia watched, she expected the usual reactions - shock, denial, anger. But instead, the husband spoke up, his voice calm and resigned. "We knew this was going to happen," he said, his words sending a surprise through Mrs. Cynthia.
The wife, still sniffling, looked up at Mrs. Cynthia and explained, "We had taken Anika to other hospitals, and they told us she had a brain tumor. They gave her only a month to live." Mrs. Cynthia's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a pang of sadness. She had no idea about this.
She quickly composed herself and spoke up, "Please, stay here in the hospital, and don't worry about anything until tomorrow evening. You can go see Anika, and we'll take care of everything." Mrs. Anita nodded, still tearful, and leaned into her husband.
As the morning light streamed into the hospital room, Lucas slowly began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as he regained consciousness. He felt weak and groggy, but as he looked around, he saw the nurse attending to him. He tried to speak, his voice barely above a whisper, "Aria...where's Aria?"
The nurse looked at him with a confused expression, "I'm sorry, who's Aria?" Lucas's eyes scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of his friend, but she was nowhere to be seen. He tried to describe her, "She has long black hair, and she was badly injured in her stomach. We were brought in together last night."
The nurse's expression changed, and she nodded, "I remember now. There was a commotion last night when you both were admitted. I think I know who you might be talking about." She quickly placed a pillow behind Lucas's back, supporting him as he tried to sit up.
"Aria hasn't woken up yet," the nurse said gently, and Lucas's face fell with concern. He suddenly felt a surge of energy and tried to get out of bed, "I need to see her," he said, his voice filled with urgency.
Just as Lucas was about to stand up, Mrs. Cynthia walked into the room with Lucas's parents. Lucas quickly sat back down, pretending to be weak, not wanting to worry his parents. Mrs. Cynthia smiled, "Good morning, Lucas. I'm glad to see you're awake. The poison is completely out of your system, and you're on the road to recovery."
Lucas was relief to hear about his health. Lucas tried to smile, but his mind was still on Aria, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of worry that had settled in his chest.