"NOT ALL LIGHT IS GOOD, NOT ALL DARK IS EVIL"
Their meeting was fated. She was the goddess for him, while he was just a mistake for her.
"Firstly, it's Adrian Salvatore, but you can call me anything you want. And secondly, I came here to make a deal...
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We made our way through the hospital, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on the sterile walls.
The atmosphere was heavy with tension, and I could hear the distant sounds of medical equipment beeping and people talking in hushed tones.
Each sound felt like a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded, a reminder of the lives that had been irrevocably changed.
As we reached the emergency room, I felt a surge of hope, but it was quickly crushed by the weight of despair. "Adrian! Christian!" I called out, my voice echoing in the hallway, but it felt hollow, swallowed by the fear that gripped me.
A nurse turned to us, her expression sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but only family members are allowed back here right now."
Frustration surged within me, mingling with panic. "But they could be hurt! They were with me during the explosion. I need to know if they're okay!" My voice cracked, the desperation spilling out.
The nurse hesitated, then nodded. "I'll check for you. Please wait here."
My heart raced as we stood in the hallway, the seconds stretching into an eternity. I glanced at Myra, who looked just as anxious, her hands fidgeting at her sides. "What if they're not here? What if something happened to them?" I whispered, my voice trembling, the fear clawing at my insides.
"We can't think like that," Myra replied firmly, but I could see the worry in her eyes. "They're strong. They'll find a way to get to safety."
Just then, the nurse returned, her expression grave. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't find anyone by those names in the emergency room. However, there are still several patients being treated, and it's possible they were taken to another facility or are still being evaluated."
My heart sank, the despair crashing over me like a tidal wave. "What do we do now?" I asked, feeling lost and hollow, as if the ground had been pulled out from under me.
"Let's check with the triage desk," Myra suggested, her voice steady, but I could see the fear lurking behind her resolve. "They might have more information on where patients from the explosion were taken."
We hurried to the triage desk, where a nurse was busy typing on a computer. "Excuse me," I said, my voice urgent, but it felt weak and fragile. "We're looking for two people—Adrian and Christian. They were with me during the explosion, and we can't find them."
The nurse looked up, her brow furrowing. "I'm sorry, but I can't disclose patient information without proper identification. However, I can check the records for you."
"Please, we need to know," Myra urged, her voice steady despite the worry etched on her face.
After what felt like an eternity, the nurse nodded and began typing. "I'll see what I can find."
As I waited, my mind raced with possibilities, each one darker than the last.
What if they were hurt? What if they were trapped somewhere, unable to call for help?
I couldn't bear the thought of losing them, not after everything we had been through together. The memories of laughter and love from just hours ago felt like a cruel joke, a stark contrast to the nightmare unfolding around me.
Finally, the nurse looked up, her expression neutral but her eyes filled with a sadness that made my heart drop. "I'm sorry, but I don't see any records for either of them in our system. It's possible they were taken to another hospital or are still being treated elsewhere."
A wave of despair washed over me, heavy and suffocating. "But they were right there with me! They have to be here!" My voice rose, tinged with panic, as I felt the walls closing in around me.
"I understand your frustration," the nurse said gently, her tone soothing but firm. "But with the number of casualties from the explosion, it's possible they were moved quickly. I recommend checking nearby hospitals."
The world around me began to blur, the fluorescent lights flickering like the hope that was slipping away.
I felt as if I were drowning in a sea of uncertainty, each breath a struggle against the weight of despair.
"What if they're hurt? What if I never see them again?" The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, as the reality of the situation crashed down on me.
"Roohi," Myra said, her voice breaking through the fog of my thoughts. "We can't give up. We have to keep searching. They're strong, and they'll find a way to get to us."
But the strength in her words felt distant, like a faint echo in a vast emptiness. I nodded, but the determination I wanted to feel was buried beneath layers of fear and trauma.
"Thank you," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper, as I turned to leave the triage desk.
As we stepped out of the hospital, the night air hit me like a cold slap, grounding me in the reality of our situation. Myra and I exchanged worried glances, the unspoken fear hanging heavily between us.
"We can't give up," I said, my voice firm, but inside, I felt like a fragile shell, ready to crack at any moment. "We'll check every hospital in the area if we have to."
"Absolutely," Myra agreed, her eyes filled with resolve, but I could see the worry etched on her face. "We'll find them, Roohi. I promise."
With that, we set off into the night, the weight of uncertainty heavy on our shoulders. Each step felt like a battle against the rising tide of panic that threatened to engulf me.
I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to me, a constant reminder of the chaos that had unfolded on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
As we drove through the darkened streets, the city felt alien and unwelcoming. The lights that once sparkled with promise now felt like a cruel reminder of my shattered dreams. I could see couples walking hand in hand, their faces lit with joy, and it made my heart ache.
I felt like a ghost, wandering through a world that had moved on without me.
"Roohi, are you okay?" Myra's voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to her, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes.
"I'm fine," I lied, but the tremor in my voice betrayed me.
The truth was, I felt anything but fine. I felt broken, like a porcelain doll that had been shattered into a million pieces. The weight of the day pressed down on me, and I could feel the panic rising again.
"Just breathe," Myra said, her hand reaching over to squeeze mine. "We'll find them. We have to believe that."
But belief felt like a fragile thread, and I was terrified it would snap at any moment.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories, the sounds of the explosion, the sight of flames licking at the sky, the screams of those around me. I could still hear the chaos, the panic, the fear that had gripped me as I searched for Adrian and Christian in the aftermath.
"Roohi," Myra said softly, pulling me from my thoughts. "We're going to get through this. Together."
I nodded, but the tears began to flow again, unbidden. I felt lost in a world that had turned upside down, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering between hope and despair.
The night stretched out before us, dark and uncertain, but I clung to Myra's words, desperate for a glimmer of hope in the midst of the chaos.
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Author's Note
It was difficult to write this chapter. An emotional rollercoaster!🙂🤍
