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Yuvraj's hands trembled as he reached for his phone, his nerves fraying at the edges like a threadbare rope. The antiseptic smell of the hospital only intensified his unease as he punched in his brother's number, each digit a struggle against the rising tide of fear in his chest.
"Yashraj," he managed to choke out when his brother finally answered, his voice a shaky whisper. "It's Yuvraj. Aisha... She had a panic attack. She... she fainted. I rushed her to the hospital."
There was a heavy silence on the other end of the line, the weight of Yuvraj's words hanging in the air like a suffocating blanket. He could almost feel his brother's confusion and concern through the phone, a mirror to his own turmoil.
"What? Is she okay?" Yashraj's voice cut through the static, sharp with worry.
"I don't know," Yuvraj confessed, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "The doctors are with her now. They're... they're doing what they can."
He could hear the frantic beat of his own heart thundering in his ears, drowning out the distant sounds of the hospital corridors. The world seemed to blur around him, a haze of panic and doubt clouding his senses.
"I'll be there right away," Yashraj promised, his voice a lifeline in the darkness.
Yuvraj nodded, though his brother couldn't see him. "Please," he whispered, the word barely more than a plea as he ended the call, his hand shaking as he dropped the phone back into his pocket.
Alone in the sterile hallway, Yuvraj sank onto a nearby bench, his mind a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. He prayed to whatever higher power might be listening for Aisha's safety, his nerves stretched thin like a fraying wire.
And as he waited, the minutes stretched into eternity, each passing second a painful reminder of his helplessness in the face of the unknown.
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As I sat in the sterile waiting room of the hospital, my mind was a turbulent ocean of conflicting emotions. Anger simmered beneath the surface, fueled by the helplessness that gnawed at my insides like a relentless beast. How could this happen to Aisha? To us? The thought of losing her sent a surge of panic coursing through my veins, leaving me trembling with fear and uncertainty.
