59: RESULTS

My heart pounded hard as I watched them wheel my wife into the emergency room. A big red stain stood out on my shirt, a reminder of the chaos inside me. My hands shook so much, I couldn't hide it. Even though I tried to calm down, anxiety gripped me tighter and tighter. I tried to breathe steady, but it felt like my lungs were fighting against me. Her scared and pained face kept coming back to me, haunting my thoughts. I was so worried about her and our little one, Baby Butchi.

I paced around the waiting area, each step echoing in the quiet hospital hallway. Time crawled by, making me feel like I was suffocating. I wanted to be there for my wife, to comfort her, but all I could do was wait, feeling helpless and scared. I couldn't stop thinking about how it all happened. The sudden pain, the sight of blood—it felt like a terrible nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

As hours passed, my anxiety grew stronger, eating away at me inside. I prayed hard for my wife and Baby Butchi, hoping th