72 #My Rock

Time seems to have stopped as my anxiety reaches its peak, my heart racing, and my thoughts spiraling out of control. I try to take deep breaths and remind myself that this feeling will pass, but at the moment, it's hard to see beyond the overwhelming sense of dread. I waited and waited for what seemed like an eternity, but there was no news from Jason or Aria.

I stare at the door where Jason was taken in for treatment, feeling a knot form in my stomach as worry consumes me. The minutes tick by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity as I hope for any sign of their return.

I then stare at the door to entry, hoping for Aria to enter; her presence brings relief and comfort in the midst of uncertainty. The longer the wait drags on, the more my mind races with worst-case scenarios, praying for their safe return.

Who could have done something so bad, Jason? Why was he poisoned?

But how can someone poison him but not me? We both ate the same food and drinks. The thought of foul play linge