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!”

swiftly rallied, their faces blanching at the sight of Ariana, a tapestry of

stood rooted in place, his hands stained with Ariana’s blood, his entire frame quivering, the chasm of fear unlike

moment that he understood the depth of his

time became a nebulous concept as he waited outside the emergency room, the minutes slipping through

vital organs were harmed. Are you her husband? You should pay closer attention to

to Holden. He hesitated momentarily before accepting the role, a silent acknowledgment of their connection. He absorbed the doctor’s instructions with unwavering focus, diligently noting them

departed, Ariana was transferred to

dwelling on the words

Five years had passed, yet she still

an indeterminate amount of time, Ariana slowly

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