Bold (y/n)
Italics (y/n thoughts)
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........1 hour later............
The room is plunged into chaos once again as another seizure wracks through your body, more violent than before. Panic fills the air as the heart monitor flatlines, its steady beeping replaced with an eerie silence.
Medical personnel rush to your side, their movements quick and urgent. Miguel's hands tremble uncontrollably as he watches the scene unfold, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind races, overwhelmed by fear and helplessness.
Efforts to resuscitate you intensify, with medical staff performing relentless chest compressions and delivering powerful shocks to your lifeless body. Sweat beads on their brows, their faces etched with determination, refusing to give up the fight.
Miguel's fists clench at his sides, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. Desperation consumes him as he pleads with whatever higher power may be listening, his voice a broken whisper. "Please, don't take her away from me. Don't... let her go."
Time seems to slow down, each passing second dripping with unbearable tension. Miguel's gaze never wavers from your lifeless form, his eyes filled with pain and despair. He silently begs for a miracle, his heart shattering with each failed attempt to bring you back.
But as the critical seconds tick by, hope begins to wane, replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss. The realization that he may be losing you, your light slipping away from his grasp, weighs heavily upon him. With shaking hands, Miguel reaches out to grip your lifeless hand, his touch desperate and filled with regret.
Tears well up in his eyes as he whispers brokenly, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. Please, come back to me... I can't bear to lose you." His voice cracks with raw emotion, his heart laid bare in this moment of anguish.
The room remains hushed, suspended in a haunting stillness. Everyone waits, their breaths held, clinging to the sliver of hope that flickers within the darkness.
As hours pass, a faint glimmer of hope begins to manifest in the room. The sounds of despair and grief give way to a hushed anticipation. In this fragile moment, a small pulse surges through the heart monitor, its rhythmic beats breaking the prevailing silence.
Miguel's eyes widen with disbelief as his attention is drawn back to the monitor. Hope flickers within him, rekindling the flame of anticipation he thought had been extinguished. His trembling hands release their grip on your lifeless form, hovering hesitantly above you.
