Unyielding Vigil

Emma’s pov

The incessant beeping of the machines in the ICU became a cruel reminder of the fragility of life. I sat beside Daniel’s bed, my hand clutching his, my heart heavy with guilt and sorrow. The sterile smell of antiseptics filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of flowers from a bouquet someone had left.

I hadn't slept in days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the warehouse, the gunshot, Daniel lying still on the ground. My mind was a whirlwind of regret and fear. I whispered to him, my voice trembling. “I’m so sorry, Daniel. I should have protected you. Please, come back to us.”

Michael visited often, checking on Daniel, providing updates. His presence was a strange comfort, a reminder that not everyone was lost. Yet, every time he entered the room, I saw the conflict in his eyes—a blend of professional duty and personal longing.

Just as I began to doze off, a commotion erupted. A beautiful woman stormed into the ICU with fury. I recognized her at first glance