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Rachel\u2019s hands began to shake. \u201cYes. Has something happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband has been in a traffic accident,\u201d the voice said, the words precise and devastating. \u201cHe\u2019s in critical condition. Could you please come to the hospital immediately?\u201d<\/p>\n
The world dissolved into a blur of buzzing fluorescent lights and the distant, muffled sound of her own panicked breathing. She somehow managed to explain the situation to her supervisor, her own voice sounding foreign and distant. The drive to the hospital was a nightmare of red lights and worst-case scenarios. David\u2019s smile that morning, his kiss, his parting words\u2014I should be home by tonight<\/i>\u2014echoed in her ears like a cruel taunt.<\/p>\n
At the hospital, a grim-faced doctor named Johnson led her to a small, sterile consultation room. \u201cYour husband\u2019s car was struck by a vehicle that ran a red light,\u201d he explained, his voice gentle but direct. \u201cHe suffered severe head trauma. He\u2019s unconscious. To be honest, his condition is very precarious. Tonight will be a critical period.\u201d<\/p>\n