107. Everything is Black
Susy
The minutes feel like centuries. The sounds inside the room are a chaotic order: quick orders, hurried footsteps, the constant hum of machines, and the irregular beeping of the monitor that threatens to break my soul. I stay on the edge, hands pressed against my chest, holding my breath as if my breathing could alter everything.
Sarah says nothing, but her eyes, fixed on the door, mirror the same panic I feel. Her face no longer displays coldness. Only vulnerability. Desperation. Love.
"Please, Dominic… " she whispers. "don’t do this to me."
Then, suddenly, the noise diminishes. The beeping stabilizes. A murmur from the doctors announces that the crisis is under control. The door opens and one of the doctors comes out. He removes his mask with measured mo
