Urgent

As Marcellus lay motionless on the hospital bed, his parents and friends stood around him with worried expressions etched on their faces. Mrs. Huxley clasped her hands together, silently praying for her son's quick recovery. Mr. Huxley paced back and forth, his brow furrowed in deep concern.

Alex spoke up. "Do you think he's going to be okay?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Charles offered some reassurance. "The doctors said the surgery went well," he said. "I'm sure he'll be fine."

Michael, Marcellus's Secretary, remained silent, his eyes fixed on Marcellus's still form. He couldn't bear to think of a world without Marcellus in it.

As they stood there for some minutes, lost in their thoughts and worries, the nurse from earlier approached them. "Excuse me," she said politely, "but it's time for you all to leave the Post Anesthesia care unit. We need to give Marcellus some space."

Reluctantly, the group began to disperse. Mrs. Huxley leaned down and kissed her son's forehead b