C12 Chapter Twelve

Lena lay on the bed, unmoving, a picture of porcelain fragility, while the hospital room's pristine white walls buzzed with urgency. Max stood at her side, his face furrowed with concern, his fingers tightening into a frantic hold.

Fast footsteps sounded in the corridor, and then the doctor came into the room with a serious gaze on his face. His voice was solemn as he stated, "Mr. Browne