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Nicholas’s POV
I have to return to the hospital. No matter how tired or overwhelmed I feel, Sabrina needs me there. The approaching night’s silence gives space for my thoughts to wander. Each passing second makes me more aware of how important my presence is beside her.
The car engine starts softly, and I grip the steering wheel with renewed determination. The quiet road leads me back to where hope and uncertainty meet. During the drive, try to remember all the beautiful things we’ve shared, and how I want to relive each of those moments with her.
The warmth from those memories gives me strength as I drive, even though anxiety envelops me. I know that whatever happens, my presence will provide strength, not just for me, but for her as well.
With sharper focus, I continue my journey, determined to not only be present but also to love her with all my heart. As I approach the hospital, I feel a new hope growing within me, a hope that our love can overcome any
obstacles.
Upon arriving at the hospital, I head straight to the ICU. The hallways feel cold and quiet. The smell of antiseptic stings my nose, deepening my sense of unease.
I ask the nurse at the front desk about Sabrina’s condition. She is still under intensive care, sir,” the nurse says. Her condition hasn’t changed since yesterday. The doctor will provide a full report later tonight.”
Those words hit me like a hammer, making my chest feel tight. There’s been no significant change; it means the hope I held onto is still suspended in uncertainty. Anxiety and worry swirl in my mind, making it hard to breathe easily.
I nod, trying to retain that information in my mind, even as a sense of helplessness begins to envelop me. “May I go in?” I ask, hoping to see her, even if just for a moment.
The nurse smiles gently. “Of course, sir. Please, but remember, only one person is allowed in at this time.”
I step into the ICU, and the atmosphere inside feels heavier. The machines hum and beep, monitoring each heartbeat. And in the midst of it all lies Sabrina, lying still with tubes connecting her to various medical devices.
My heart breaks seeing her like this. I cautiously move closer, sitting beside her. This moment feels so heavy, but I know I must not back down. I need to be there for her, providing the support and love she needs, even in silence.
Then, I walk to the room where Sabrina is being treated. I stand in front of the glass window, gazing at her frail body on the bed. Her face is pale, almost colorless. She looks so far removed from the Sabrina I know–the woman who always smiled even when the world was against her.
Pain and sorrow flow within me. Each heartbeat sounds weak, and each breath she takes feels like a struggle. I want to hold her hand, but I know there are boundaries between us, boundaries set by this condition.
Memories of her bright smile and joyful laughter haunt my mind again. How could everything change in an instant? I miss her strong presence, the person who could always overcome any obstacle. Now, she lies here, and I feel powerless.
My hands clench at my sides. I feel angry, but I don’t know who to direct it towards. The illness that is slowly eroding her body? Myself for being blind for so long? Or the situation that feels so unfair?
Sabrina doesn’t deserve to suffer like this. She is a wonderful mother, a woman full of love. She deserves happiness, not suffering. That anger surges within me, creating a painful uncertainty.
I imagine all that she has gone through–the sacrifices and relentless efforts for our family. She has always been a
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pillar of strength, but now I see her lying weakly, and that pain makes me feel shattered.
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“Why?” I ask myself, an unanswered question. Why must be so cruel? Why must good people like Sabrina endure unimaginable suffering?
In this moment of helplessness, I am determined not to let his anger consume me Instead, I want to turn it into a strength to fight alongside her. She needs someone to remind her of her strength, of all the love surrounding her.
1 take a deep breath, trying to channel that negative energy into hope. If there’s a way to give her encouragement, I will find it. Sabrina means everything to me, and I will not let her fight alone.
I don’t know how long I stand there, but the sound of nurses passing by brings me back to reality. I look down, staring at the clean white floor beneath my feet. The coolness and tidiness of the room contrast sharply with the chaos I feel inside my heart.
I know I have to be strong, but it’s not easy. Especially when I realize that I could lose Sabrina at any moment. That thought haunts me, creating waves of unbearable fear. How can I continue living without the person who has been my support and light?”
Every weak heartbeat feels like a reminder that time is not on our side. Despair lingers in my mind, but amidst all that, I try not to let myself sink.
A moment later, I decide to sit in the waiting chair outside the ICU. I look down at my phone, still full of work notifications. However, I don’t have the energy to respond to any of them. Everything feels meaningless right now.
I turn off my phone, toss it into the pocket of my jacket, and lean my head against the wall. My eyes feel heavy, but I know I won’t be able to sleep. Thoughts and feelings swirl in my mind, filling the empty space that should be peaceful.
Around me, the sound of footsteps and nurses‘ whispers create a distant background. Each passing second feels like a struggle between hope and uncertainty. I miss Sabrina, not just her physical presence lying in the hospital, but also her vibrant spirit and life.
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