Chapter 142 Holding On You

Hailey*** I locked my gaze onto the clock, the incessant ticking echoing through the sterile room. The silence around me felt suffocating, and each breath I took seemed too shallow, too fragile. The only sound that tethered me to this harsh reality was the rhythmic tick-tick-tick of the clock on the wall, cold and methodical. Every passing second felt like a thief, stealing precious moments from me. Would he survive the night? The thought gnawed at me, sharp and relentless, threatening to sever the fragile thread of hope I had left.