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    As soon as the Erygan Hospital gates came into sight, the rain eased and left the air eerily still.


    Jarrod swung the car door open and nearly lost his footing as he dashed toward the entrance.


    Beyond the doors of the emergency ward, the glowing red sign clung stubbornly to life, stealing away whatever hope Jarrod tried to hold on to.


    Restless steps carried him back and forth, his shoes striking uneven echoes on the sterile floor. He kept his focus locked on the light, silently willing it to change.


    Minutes felt like hours. The air hung heavy with the dampness left by the storm, and the crowd in the hall shifted restlessly, but Jarrod’s eyes refused to wander from that doorway.


    Without warning, the red indicator above the emergency doors flickered and went dark.


    A slow creak followed as the double doors parted, and a weary-looking doctor stepped into view.


    Jarrod lunged toward him before he could take another step, his words breaking apart as he said, “Doctor, please tell me how my parents are. They’re going to make it, aren’t they?”


    The doctor studied him with heavy eyes, his expression drawn tight with grief. “Are you their rtive? I need you to brace yourself. We tried every measure possible.”


    For a moment, Jarrod stood frozen, the blood drained from his face as though everyst beam of hope had been snuffed out.


    “What do you mean by that? No… it can’t be,” Jarrod said, stammering, his gaze locked on the doctor’s mouth as if every syble carried his fate.


    A weary breath escaped the doctor before he said, “The car plunged from nearly fifty-five yards high. The airbags lessened the impact, but both suffered catastrophic internal injuries, particrly in the brain. Right now, they’ve slipped into a deepa.”


    Weakness swept through Jarrod’s legs, and he nearly fell. “But they’re still alive, right?” he asked, his voice choked with emotion.


    With a grave nod, the doctor answered, “Yes, their vitals remain steady at this moment. However…”


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    “However, what?” Jarrod cut in, his voice raw and urgent, his eyes zing with fear.


    The reply came gently, almost reluctant. “We cannot say whether they will ever awaken. The state they’re in shows all the signs of a persistent unresponsive condition.”


    “No! That can’t be true!” Jarrod’s voice tore through the silence, echoing against the long corridor walls. “They’re only unconscious! Why wouldn’t they wake up? Did you even do everything you could? I’ll have them moved somewhere else!”


    Jarrod’s hands clutched the doctor’s cor as his voice cracked, his entire world crumbling around him.


    Nurses rushed in at once, trying to pry him away and filling the hallway with frantic movement.


    The doctor snapped in frustration, his voice raised. “We’ve already exhausted every option!”<fnc1ba> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on </fnc1ba>


    Nothing reached Jarrod’s ears. The words “unresponsive condition” echoed over and over, drowning out everything else.


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