Chapter 1125
Third–Person Pov
Richard sat on the cold, sterile floor outside the door of the hospital room where Amber was, his heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. The news of her accident had shattered his world, and the suddenness of it all left him reeling in disbelief. He could still feel the panic that had surged through him when he received the dreadful call, his entire being consumed by a single thought:
Amber.
As he sat there, the sound of hushed voices and beeping machines from inside the room seemed to mock him. His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white with tension, as he tried to push back the
rising tide of dread that threatened to engulf him.
In just these few months, Amber had become his everything, his entire world, and the reason for his being. The mere thought of losing her was a nightmare too terrible to contemplate, and he knew that he’d lose all purpose in life should anything happen to her.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the noises that surrounded him, trying to calm the storm of emotions that raged inside him. But it was no use; the image of Amber’s smiling face, her laughter ringing in his ears, was a stark contrast to the sterile hospital environment that now held her.
He was informed when he arrived that she wasn’t in the operating room but that the doctors could end up transferring her to the OR if her condition worsened or if the need arose for whatever reason.
With a heavy sigh, he opened his eyes and glanced down the hallway, his gaze landing on every one of the closed doors. The minutes stretched on like eternity, each passing second feeling like a lifetime as he waited for any news or sign of hope. He knew that the longer the doctor took, the greater the possibility of something being seriously wrong, and that scared him more than anything.
He could vividly recall the moment he had rushed out of his office, the world around him a blur of motion and chaos. The sound of his own frantic heartbeat drummed in his ears, a rhythm of fear and desperation. He remembered stumbling to his car, his hands shaking so violently that he could hardly grip the steering wheel. In the end, he had to hand the keys to a company driver because his mind was too clouded with worry to even start the car.
The drive to the hospital had been a blur, each passing moment a painful reminder of the uncertainty
of Amber’s condition. And as he pulled into the hospital parking lot, his heart sank at the sight of
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and Richard catapulted himself off the cold floor with a
the doctor and nurse emerged from the room, Richard’s eyes bore into the doctor, desperation
Is she okay?” Richard’s words tumbled out in a rush, his voice tight with anxiety.
Richard to calm down. “Mr. Romero, please come with
heart in his throat, as he pleaded with the doctor.
she’s of Doctor. Please tell me.”
doctor shared a knowing look with the nurse before turning back to Richard.
sir. Please follow
swirling in his chest, Richard trailed after
his throat as he laid eyes on Amber,
the sight that greeted him.
and alert as they met Richard’s, a small smile
Richard’s eyes widened in astonishment, his mind struggling to process the
she really…?” Richard stammered, his voice barely
out a soft chuckle, the sound music to Richard’s ears. “What, did you
sane wife so
like a tidal wave, the tension draining from his body as he took in the sight of Amber, alive and
reminder of her fragile state. “Easy
if burned, guilt etching lines on
see you like this.”
his eyes pleading for affirmation. “Is she really okay? Is
he nkav?”
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