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“I… I’m in a hurry,” I replied, my breath heavy as I tried to remain calm despite feeling dizzy. “I need to get to the hospital. I’m sorry.”
My head throbbed, and the pain made it hard to focus. But all I could think about was Sabrina. I tried not to panic, even though the situation was getting worse.
People began to gather around, some pulling out their phones to call for help. The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, adding to the tension in my heart. I knew I had to handle this situation as quickly as possible, but uncertainty gnawed at my mind.
The man stared at me, confused. “In a hurry? Sir, you’re bleeding! Your head is hurt! You need to get checked out.”
“No… not now,” I insisted stubbornly, trying to hold back the pain that was becoming more intrusive. “Is your car badly damaged?”
He shook his head, though he looked annoyed. “Not too much. But you really need to take care of yourself.”
Panic began to envelop my thoughts. I couldn’t fet this slow me down. Every second felt precious, and I knew Sabrina was waiting. However, the sound of the siren was getting closer, signaling that help was on the way.
I struggled to stand upright, but the world around me spun. Anxiety and pain in my head made it increasingly difficult to think clearly. The man looked worried, and I couldn’t let him feel guilty about what had happened.
“I’m sorry,” I said weakly. “But I have to go. She needs me.”
I didn’t have the energy to explain further. My eyes swept over the damage to the front of my car–its lights were shattered, and the bumper was dented. But the engine was still running, and that was enough for me to continue my journey.
With great effort, I adjusted my seating position and began to shift the gear. The pain in my head intensified, but my mind was focused on one goal: the hospital. I couldn’t let this accident stop me.
Even though the man looked anxious, I couldn’t wait any longer. “I have to go,” I said, my voice barely audible. Without waiting for a response, I began to drive slowly, trying to avoid the crowd.
Every second felt critical, and I knew time wasn’t on my side. The road ahead seemed to stretch long, but I was determined to reach her side. With every turn of the wheel, hope surged within me, even as pain and uncertainty loomed overhead.
“I’m sorry,” I said again to the man before getting back into my car. I heard him shouting something, perhaps about insurance, but I didn’t have time for that now. Sabrina was more important
I pressed the gas pedal again, this time trying to be more cautious even though I still felt rushed. Blood continued to flow from my forehead, and dizziness began to cloud my mind. But I bit my lip, trying to stay focused.
There was no time to think about myself. Every second wasted was time I couldn’t get back. The road I traveled felt long and exhausting, but I knew Sabrina was waiting for me.
My thoughts revolved around our beautiful memories, laughter, and the support we gave each other. All of it gave me strength to keep moving forward. Despite the pain becoming more bothersome, I tried to brush it aside.
With every heartbeat, I got closer to my destination. The car drove on, and hope burned brighter in my heart. I would get there, no matter what happened.
Minutes later, I finally arrived at the hospital parking lot. With quick and slightly limping steps, I headed toward
the elevator. My breath was ragged, and my body was growing weaker. Yet I forced myself to walk, ignoring the pain that coursed through me.
“Sabrina… where’s Sabrina?” I gasped.
“She’s in the ICU, sir. Please go to the third floor,” replied the receptionist.
Without wasting any time, I headed straight for the elevator. As soon as I arrived on the third floor, a doctor I recognized from the earlier phone call was waiting for me.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I pressed the button for the ICU floor. The cold, monotonous sound of the elevator added to the tension inside me. Every second felt like an eternity as I waited to arrive.
When the elevator doors finally opened, I stepped out with determination. The atmosphere on the ICU floor felt silent, but the anxiety in the air was palpable. I saw nurses and doctors moving quickly, and I knew they were fighting to save lives.
With all my strength, I stepped forward, trying to find out where Sabrina was. All the pain and exhaustion seemed to fade away as I focused on one goal: to find her and ensure she was okay.
“Doc, how is she?” I asked bluntly.
The doctor looked at me with a sympathetic expression. “Her condition is very critical, Mr. Nicholas. Post- chemotherapy, her body is weak, and she is currently under close observation. We have done our best, but…” paused, seemingly hesitant to continue.
“But what, Doc? Just say it,” I pressed, my voice hoarse as I struggled to hold back the emotions rising in my chest
“If this condition continues, we must prepare for the worst,” he finally said.
He
Every word that came from his lips felt like a hammer striking my heart. Uncertainty crept in, and fear enveloped my thoughts. I fought to remain calm, but hope seemed to be fading.
“What can I do? Is there any hope?” I asked, my voice barely audible as I sought a glimmer of hope in the darkness. The doctor shook his head slowly, but his eyes conveyed that he understood my despair. “We will continue to monitor her and do our best. If there are any changes, you will be informed immediately.”
I nodded, even though my heart felt shattered. In an instant, all the hopes and dreams we had built together felt shaken. I knew I had to be strong, but at that moment, all I could do was wait.
I felt the world pause for a moment. “The worst?” Those were the words I most dreaded hearing. My heart felt heavy, and I lowered my head, biting my lip to hold back tears.
No, I must not give up. Sabrina must not give up. In the suffocating silence, I tried to remember her smile, her little laughs, and all the beautiful moments we had shared. Those memories gave me the strength to keep fighting. “What else can I do?” I asked softly, almost like a whisper
“At this moment, the most important thing is to provide moral support. Your presence means a lot to patients like Sabrina,” the doctor replied.
