66 #He can’t remember

It's been hours, but Brandon hasn't awake yet. I don't know what happened to him or why he suddenly fainted. I'm starting to get really worried. He seemed perfectly fine earlier, and there were no signs of any health issues.

After seeing Brandon faint, I immediately called the ambulance, taking Brandon to the nearest hospital. After Brandon's surgery, I don't want to risk his recovery; even a minor seizure could be detrimental.

"Brandon, why are you doing this to me?" I mumbled, taking his hand in mine. I sat by his bedside, holding his hand in mine.

I sighed and tried to push away the overwhelming feeling of uncertainty. The doctors assured me that there was nothing to worry about, but I couldn't help but feel a constant sense of unease. Despite the doctor's reassurances, I couldn't shake off the constant sense of unease that lingered within me. Every small twitch or movement from Brandon made my heart skip a beat, fearing it could be a sign of another health issue.

"I can't lose you