Jordan

The car pulls up in front of the hospital, and Patricia and I rush in. Everything's a whirlwind - just moments ago, we were wrapped up in the joy of our honeymoon. Now, there's this gnawing anxiety, this heavy sadness hanging over us.

Entering the hospital feels like stepping into a different world. The antiseptic smell, the hushed tones—it's a stark contrast to the carefree moments in Milan. As we search for Tony and Brittney's ward, worry consumes me. Seeing Tony pacing, worn out and on the brink of tears, my heart sinks.

"Tony, we're here," I offer, my hand on his shoulder, trying to be a pillar of support. "How is she?"

Tony's face is etched with worry as he tells us there's been no change. It's agonizing not knowing the outcome, the uncertainty gnawing at all of us.

"We're here for you," Patricia assures him, trying to inject hope into the air, hoping our positivity can somehow make a difference.

“How's she?"

Tony sighs, worry etched across his face. "No change. She's still in a