29 #Jared….

The clock ticked thirteen, but the time seems to have stopped right at this moment. Seconds feel like a minute, and a minute feels like an hour, and every hour appears to be a lifetime.

Every little thing around me looks so dismal as if a force is binding my mind and my soul into its grasp, and there is nothing I can do to change it other than stay immobile with dismal thoughts in my mind, waiting for someone to release me from this strong restraining hold. Surprisingly, this restraint is also something that keeps my reasoning, which is packed with all the dark and sad thoughts that are packed in my mind,

But somewhere in my heart, there is also a hope that makes me believe that this time everything will go well and that nothing wrong will happen with Brandon, as it happened to Jared in the past.

I know that right now, when I'm here occupied with my own thoughts, Brandon is fighting for life.

I turned my eyes, looking at the operation room with the door closed, where Brandon and a tea