Carlos stood rigid, peering through the hospital window at his grandmother, a frail figure surrounded by medical machines. Behind him, the doctor delivered the devastating news.
"So, you're saying, one by one, her organs are getting damaged," Carlos choked out, turning back to the doctor, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"Yes," the doctor confirmed, his expression grave. "She won't survive, Mr. Carlos. So, brace yourself." The doctor patted Carlos gently on the shoulder before quietly taking his leave.
Carlos brought his hands up to rub desperately at his eyes, fighting a losing battle to maintain control. Suddenly, a familiar warmth and energy settled atop his shoulder. He spun his head around, genuinely shocked to see Gabriel standing there.
"Wh—what are you doing here?" Carlos exclaimed, his eyes darting behind Gabriel, half-expecting to see Amelie as well.
