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Chase Worst Nightmare !

Chase sank into a fitful sleep, his mind swirling with the events of the day. The weight of his grief and worry pressed down on him, making it impossible to find peace. As he drifted into unconsciousness, his dreams quickly turned into a nightmarish replay of the hospital scene.

In the dream, Chase found himself standing by Ryder's bedside, the soft beeping of the heart monitor a fragile lifeline tethering him to hope. The room was cold and sterile, the harsh fluorescent lights casting unforgiving shadows. Chase reached out to hold Ryder's hand, his own trembling with fear and exhaustion. He whispered words of encouragement, his voice barely audible, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate balance keeping Ryder alive.

But then, without warning, the heart monitor's steady beeps turned into a single, unending tone. The sound was deafening, slicing through the air like a knife. Chase's heart skipped a beat, and his blood ran cold. Panic surged through him, a tidal wave of terror that threatened to drown him.

"No! No, no, no!" he screamed, his voice raw and desperate. "Someone help! Please, help!"

The door to the room burst open, and doctors and nurses rushed in, their faces masks of grim determination. They moved with practiced efficiency, surrounding Ryder's bed and pushing Chase aside. He watched in helpless agony as they began their frantic efforts to revive his best friend.

"Clear!" one of the doctors shouted, and the defibrillator paddles sent a jolt through Ryder's body. Chase's breath hitched, his eyes wide with hope and fear. But the heart monitor remained a flat line, the unending tone echoing in his ears.

"Again!" the doctor commanded, and another shock was delivered. Chase clung to the edge of Ryder's bed, his knuckles white, his entire body trembling. The seconds stretched into agonizing minutes, each one an eternity. Chase's heart ached with every beat, mirroring the relentless rhythm of the flatline.

"Come on, Ryder," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Please, don't leave me. Please."

The medical team continued their efforts, their faces set with grim resolve. Chase could see the strain in their eyes, the lines of exhaustion and desperation etched into their features. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up, unable to do anything but watch as his best friend's life slipped away.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the doctors looked up, his expression filled with sorrow and resignation. He took a deep breath, his voice heavy with the weight of what he was about to say.

"Time of death: 8:45 AM."

The words hit Chase like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of him. He stumbled back, his legs giving way, and he fell to his knees. The room spun around him, the sounds of the hospital fading into a distant roar. All he could hear was the echo of those devastating words, repeating over and over in his mind.

"No!" he screamed, his voice tearing through the silence. "Ryder! No, please, no!"

Chase's cry was filled with a pain so deep it felt like it would consume him. He reached out, trying to grab hold of Ryder, but his hands found nothing but empty air. He sobbed uncontrollably, his body shaking with the force of his grief. He couldn't accept it, couldn't believe that Ryder was gone. The thought was too unbearable, too cruel.

"Ryder!" he screamed again, his voice breaking. "Come back! You can't leave me! Please!"

As Chase's cries echoed through the room, he felt a hand on his shoulder, gentle yet firm. He looked up, his vision blurred by tears, and saw one of the nurses kneeling beside him. Her eyes were filled with compassion and sorrow, and she spoke softly, trying to comfort him.