Ste rushed toward him, her voiceced with urgency.


    Cordell, how is Matthew? With a weary gesture, Cordell removed his mask and slowly shook his head.


    Its grim.


    Hes lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion immediately.


    Moreover, the brain surgery is highly risky, with only a 60% chance of sess.


    Without a moments pause, Ste dered, Ill donate my blood! But her words hung in the air as she suddenly remembered her pregnancy prevented her from being a donor.


    A wave of helplessness washed over her.


    Quick to respond, Fernando interjected, I have the same blood type as Natthew.


    Use mine.


    Cordell nodded, signaling a nurse to prepare Fernando for the transfusion.


    Ste, waiting in the corridor, paced anxiously. The operating room doors remained closed, and Fernando was nowhere in sight.


    When Miley arrived and took in the tense scene, she immediately understood the gravity of the situation.


    She kept her questions to herself, instead offering a quiet update.


    Be is resting now.


    Everything is arranged.


    Remembering Stes pregnancy, Miley expressed concern.


    Ste, you really should get some rest.


    Ste shook her head, dismissing the suggestion outright.


    Thus, Ste endured a grueling four-hour vigil in the hallway.


    Finatly, Cordell returned, looking cautiously optimistic.


    The surgery isplete. For now, it appears sessful, but the next few hours are crucial.


    We must remain vignt.


    When the news came that the surgery had gone well, everyone exhaled a shared sigh of relief and lingered outside the hospital room.


    Fernando, having given a hefty amount of blood, looked like hed seen a ghost and was clearly on hisst legs.


    Seeing how drained he was, Ste urged him with a soft touch of concern, Fernando, try to get some rest in the next room over.


    Acknowledging with a weary nod, he knew hanging around wasnt going to help anyone.


    With sluggish steps, he made his way to find some sce in sleep.


    Meanwhile, Ste couldnt shake her anxiety.


    A whirlwind of thoughts raced through her mind-she resolved that if Matthew just opened his eyes, shed let go of all their past squabbles.


    Even if he didnt recognize her or pushed for a divorce, shed hold her peace.


    His survival was paramount. At the crack of dawn, Cordell and Bradly emerged from their Latest vigil by Matthews bedside.


    Their faces were a mix of exhaustion and cautious optimism.


    Cordell broke the heavy silence.


    Matthews past the worst of it.


    ALL we can do now is wait for him toe around.


    Remember, his memory might not make theeback were hoping for.


    Stes heart soared with hope-memories or not, Matthew was still here.


    Brimming with eagerness, she blurted out, I want to see him.


    Cordell, nodding, issued a gentle reminder.


    Keep it down when youre in there, and make it quick.


    He needs all the peace we can give him.