Against The Odds

The hospital hallway feels suffocating, each sterile breath scraping against Victor’s lungs like sandpaper. He’s been pacing back and forth for what feels like hours, but the weight pressing down on his chest doesn’t lighten.

The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the distant hum of medical machines and the occasional hurried footsteps of nurses. But all Victor can hear are the echoes of his own regrets, bouncing relentlessly inside his mind.

Through the glass window, he catches a glimpse of Evelyn, his wife, surrounded by doctors and nurses.

They work urgently, their movements synchronized and efficient, but all Victor sees is her face contorted in pain, a stark reminder of the precariousness of their situation.

The doctors had mentioned placental abruption earlier—a serious complication that could risk both Evelyn’s life and their baby’s. Victor’s chest tightens at the thought; he can’t afford to lose them, not now.

He clenches his fists, his nails digging into his