Kieran's POV
Time seemed to stand still, each second stretching into an eternity. We waited, prayed, and desperately clung to the hope that Aiden would pull through.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the monitors began to stabilize, the alarms silenced, the tension in the room slowly dissipating.
The doctors and nurses exchanged relieved glances, their faces breaking into weary smiles.
“Aiden is going to make it. The blood transfusion arrived just on time.” The doctor murmured.
Naya lifted her head, her eyes filled with tears of joy.
She looked at me, her expression softening, her anger slowly fading away.
"Thank you, Kieran," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for saving my son."
I smiled, my heart swelling with relief. "We did it together," I said. "We saved him together."
Aiden was saved but something bad still happened.
The next day, as I walked through the hospital, I saw the couple again, sitting in the waiting room, their faces etched with grief.
