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Nicholas’s POV
The phone call came while I was buried in a pile of paperwork at my desk. The voice of the doctor from the hospital sounded firm yet heavy, informing me that Sabrina’s conditioni was getting critical. That sentence struck me like lightning to the chest.
My hand trembled as I held the phone, struggling to find the words. My heart raced, and my mind drifted to the beautiful moments we had shared together. Every laugh, every touch–everything felt so precious, and now it all depended on a thread of hope.
“Mr. Nicholas, can you hear me?” the nurse’s voice interrupted the silence.
“Yes, yes, I can hear,” 1 replied, my voice slightly hoarse. “How how is she doing now?”
The nurse explained calmly, but every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. She told me about the procedures being carried out, about the medical team’s efforts to stabilize Sabrina’s condition. It was hard to accept the reality that the person I loved most was fighting between life and death.
I tried to process the information being relayed, but my mind was spinning Anxiety and fear filled every corner of my heart. Beautiful memories with her flashed before my eyes, reminding me how much she meant to me. In moments like this, I felt empty, as if all the hope and happiness we had ever shared now hung by a thin line between life and death.
With every heartbeat, I prayed for a miracle and for Sabrina to come back to me.
“We’re handling her in the ICU. But her condition has drastically deteriorated after the last chemotherapy,” the nurse continued. It felt as if the world around me paused for a moment. Her words pierced my heart, awakening me to the unavoidable reality.
Without hesitation, I nodded, even though she couldn’t see. “Okay, I will be there soon.” My heart spoke with determination, even as waves of fear surged within me.
I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair for a moment, trying to digest this bad news. But there was no time for silence. Without thinking twice, I grabbed the jacket hanging on the back of my chair and headed straight for the elevator.
My heart raced, my thoughts a chaotic mess. What had happened? Wasn’t her condition stable just this morning? How could Sabrina’s state deteriorate so quickly? Confusion and fear enveloped my mind, as if all the hope I held began to crumble.
As the elevator descended, I felt every second drag painfully. The sound of the elevator’s machinery became a monotonous backdrop, unable to distract me from the unease in my heart. I kept trying to calm myself, but the Image of Sabrina’s frail and sickly face haunted me.
When the elevator doors finally opened, I stepped out with resolve. No matter what happened, I had to be by her side. Everything else now felt meaningless–just my presence beside her was the top priority.
My steps felt heavy as I passed through the lobby, but I had no time to notice anything. When I reached my car, I started the engine with trembling hands. The roar of the engine filled the silence, as if giving me a push to move forward.
The car sped out of the office building at a pace that might have been a bit too fast for the afternoon streets. But I didn’t care. There was only one thing on my mind: Sabrina. The woman who had become such a significant part of my life, the woman now lying weakly in the ICU, needed me
Every heartbeat felt heavier, burdening my mind with thoughts of what might happen if I were late. I couldn’t
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bear to imagine if something bad truly happened to her. During the drive, all the outside noise faded into the background, my focus solely on the path ahead toward the hospital.
All the plans and ambitions that usually filled my mind had vanished. There was only one goal: to reach her side and provide the support she needed. With every kilometer I passed, anxiety and hope mingled together, pushing me to drive faster.
Suddenly, my phone rang again through the car’s speakers. With one hand on the wheel, I answered the call.” Hello?”
“Mr. Nicholas, this is from the office,” my assistant’s voice sounded nervous. “There are important documents that need your signature today. Can you ”
“Sorry, I can’t right now,” I interrupted firmly. “Postpone all appointments. I’m on my way to the hospital.” I hung up the phone immediately, not wanting to hear more. Anxiety swelled within me, and I didn’t want to be distracted by work matters or anything else that could wait. Nothing was more important than Sabrina right now. As the car sped along, my mind raced with all the moments we had spent together. Every laugh, every hug–all
didn’t care felt precious, and I was determined to fight for her. I didn’t care about the consequences of my actions, if work piled up or my colleagues felt disturbed.
The only thing I wanted was to be by her side, to provide the support and love she needed during this difficult time. My heart was full of hope, even though fear crept in between my heartbeats. I had to get there, and I would do anything to ensure she knew I was there for her.
However, my branching thoughts started to make me reckless. As the traffic light turned red, I was late to realize the car in front of me had stopped. I tried to hit the brakes, but it was too late.
“Crash!”
A hard impact jolted my body forward, and a sharp pain shot through my forehead. Reflexively, I touched my head, feeling something warm running–blood. In an instant, everything felt unreal. My car was stopped in the middle of the intersection, and the noise of honking and shouting began to fill the air.
People around me started to take notice, some approaching with worried expressions. Panic washed over me. I needed to get to the hospital quickly, but I was now trapped in an unexpected situation.
I tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths despite the increasing pain in my head. In my mind, there was only one thought: Sabrina. I couldn’t let this stop me. With great effort, I tried to remember the steps I needed to take after this accident.
“Oh my God,” I muttered, realizing what had just happened
A man got out of the car I had hit, looking both anxious and angry. “Sir, are you okay? Didn’t you see the red light?”
