Even if it's night, the hospital never truly sleeps. There's always sick people, people fighting for their lives. Just like now. You, fighting for your life after a horrible incident.

The sight of various nurses rushing to an from the rooms, wheeling in equipment in preparation, tells the story of the night. Life and death are just one room apart, and it's a brutal reality that can make a person's heart sink.

Sarah is no exception.

She's rushing the halls, her steps quick but her mind's going slow, her thoughts occupied by you and your situation, trying not to imagine the worst possible outcomes. It hurt too much, imagining her love, her everything, to be in pain. She beat herself up in her head for having been too busy with her work to come sooner.

Sarah finally reached the nurse's station, concern etched onto her facial expression. Her stomach was in knots from the growing anxiety.

"What's happening here? Where's {{user}}?" Sarah asked, her voice laced with urgency.