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Nicholas’s POV
I I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself despite the persistent anxiety. “I have to be strong,” I whisper to myself. “She needs me.”
As I stare at the corridor stretching before me, I hope to see a doctor coming with good news. But deep down, I know I have to be ready to face whatever happens. Our love is the only thing I can hold on to right now, and I am determined not to let it waver.
In moments like this, my thoughts always return to Charlie What Is he doing now? Is he sleeping soundly at home? Hazel might have made him feel better, but I can’t stop thinking about Charlie’s earlier words: “Marna Sabrina doesn’t love me anymore.” Those words haunt me
Where did he get such an idea? At his young age, Charlie shouldn’t have to think about things like this. He is everything to Sabrina, and I know she would give anything to be with him. Seeing Sabrina’s condition now, I worry about the impact all this will have on Charlie.
I imagine his cheerful face, his little laughter that always brightens the mood. Nothing hurts more than knowing my child feels a loss of affection from his mother. “She loves you, Charlie,” I whisper in my heart, hoping he can feel it even from afar.
I wish I could be by their side, telling Charlie that everything will be okay. I want to make sure he knows that Sabrina’s love for him will never fade, even though this situation is so difficult.
As I return to staring at the empty corridor, the desire to go home and comfort Charlie grows stronger. He needs to know that his Mama is fighting, and that their love is the strength that will carry them through these tough times.
My thoughts drift back to Hazel. I want to believe that she is not influencing Charlie’s thoughts, but can I truly be sure? Hazel is a complicated person. There are moments when she seems caring, even sincere, but I can’t ignore the fact that she also once took Charlie away from Sabrina by any means necessary.
Mixed feelings fill my mind. On one hand, I want to give Hazel the benefit of the doubt; maybe she genuinely wants what’s best for Charlie. However, on the other hand, the memories of rivalry and tension between them cannot be overlooked.
Charlie is a sensitive child. He can sense the changes in the moods of those around him. If Hazel has a negative influence, I’m afraid the impact could be much greater than I can imagine. I want to protect Charlie from all that, but how can I?
I miss the old Sabrina, who could always handle any challenge with a smile. Now, in the midst of this uncertainty, I feel trapped in confusion. Is there a way to ensure that Charlie is not affected by this complicated relationship?
In my heart, I speak to Charlie. I have to prove that his mother’s love for him will never vanish, and that he will always be the top priority. If necessary, I will protect him from anyone’s negative influence, including Hazel.
I exhale deeply. Our relationship as a trio is too complicated to explain. On one hand, I know Hazel has her good side; there are moments when she shows care and affection But on the other hand, I can’t ignore the fact that Sabrina is the one who always puts Charlie’s interests above everything else, selflessly.
And me? I feel like a man caught between two worlds that never truly understand. Every decision I make feels like walking on a thin line–one wrong step, and everything could collapse. Guilt continually haunts me, as if I haven’t done enough to protect Charlie from this uncertainty.
I want to be a bridge between them, but how can I when their feelings and interests are so different? Sometime feel like an observer in a drama I don’t want to watch but cannot avoid. I want to help, but I also don’t want to
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create more tension.
Sabrina and Charlie are the most important parts of my life. I must ensure that our relationship is not affected by this conflict. Perhaps what I can do is focus on communication and understanding, even though it’s not easy. In my heart, I hope there is a way out of this chaos–a path that can lead us back to a better place, where love and happiness are the top priorities.
Time keeps moving forward, and the night grows later. The nurse comes to check on Sabrina’s condition while I
in my heart. No matter what it
can only wait outside. In the silence of the hospital corridor I make a prok on Sabrina’s condition while I
takes, I will ensure Sabrina knows she is not alone in her struggle. I will be there for her, not just as someone who accompanies her, but as someone who truly cares and love her.
Because that is what Sabrina deserves. She deserves someone who is present not just in words but also in actions. And I promise, I will be that person. For Sabrina. For Charlie. For our small family that is on the brink of collapse.
My head slumps against the waiting chair, trying to fight off the unbearable drowsiness. But my body finally gives
as if something in. Unconsciously, I fall asleep in an uncomfortable position. Even so, my mind remains restless, is lurking behind my consciousness.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps and firm instructions wake me up. I open my eyes groggily, taking a few seconds to realize where I am. Nurses and doctors are rushing toward the ICU. My heart starts pounding. Something is wrong.
I quickly stand up, almost losing my balance from the sudden movement. My gaze is fixed on the slightly open ICU door, but from this distance, I can’t see anything. All I can hear are the loud sounds of medical equipment and hurried conversations from inside.
I move closer, trying to peek through the gap in the door, but I am too far away to see clearly. Someone is critical, I am sure of it. But who?
A nurse comes out of the room, walking quickly while carrying additional medical equipment. I immediately stop
her.
