Mummy, Please Marry Uncle Biker Daddy
Like I’m trying to convince myself of something that’s already slipping through my hands.
Inside, one of the monitors shifts.
The rhythm changes.
It’s subtle.
But I feel it.
“Come on…” I murmur, stepping closer to the glass without realising it. “Come on, Cole. Don’t do this.”
Another voice.
Louder now.
“Cardiac arrest.”
Everything stops.
Not literally.
Not physically.
But inside me—
Everything just… freezes.
“No,” I say, louder this time. “No, no, no—”
“Charging.”