The moment I stepped into my mother's room, my chest tightened.
Doctors and nurses were all over her, moving fast, talking over each other, doing everything they could.
One of the doctors was pressing down on her chest with both hands, trying to get her to breathe properly.
Her body looked so small, so weak, like she could slip away at any second. I couldn't move. My feet were stuck to the floor, and all I could hear was the beeping machine that kept skipping and slowing down.
The doctor pressed again, and the machine picked up
its speed. Веер. Веер. Веер.
I exhaled sharply, my knees almost buckling. Thank God, she was still breathing.
A nurse touched my shoulder. "Ma'am, please follow me. We will need your blood immediately."
My legs were shaking as I followed her. Everything felt
