Holden found himself momentarily taken aback, realizing that in her delirium, Ariana had mistaken him for her deceased husband.

However, Ariana had lost consciousness by this point, her body covered in blood. A deep crimson hue filled Holden’s eyes, and in that instant, he experienced an unprecedented fear. He hadn’t even noticed that his own hands were trembling.

“Ariana? Ariana!” Holden’s voice, tinged with both fear and distress, pierced the air.

In a swift motion, Holden cradled Ariana, rushing her into the waiting car, heading towards the hospital at breakneck speed.

Upon their arrival at Mercy Hospital, Holden, still gripped by panic, dashed inside. Holding Ariana close, he called desperately, “Doctor!

Doctor!”

rallied, their faces blanching at the sight of Ariana, a tapestry of red. They took her to the

blood, his entire frame quivering, the chasm of fear unlike any he had ever

he understood the depth of his feelings for

a nebulous concept as he waited outside the emergency room, the minutes slipping through his grasp. It wasn’t until the doctor emerged that he snapped back

organs were harmed. Are you her husband? You should

to Holden. He hesitated momentarily before accepting the role, a silent acknowledgment of their connection. He absorbed the doctor’s instructions

Ariana was transferred to a ward, her consciousness yet to

at her, his mind dwelling on the words she had uttered

so profoundly? Five years had passed, yet she still

of time,

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