The car finally screeched to a halt outside the hospital. Agastya snapped out of his daze, his instincts taking over.
Agastya Kapoor
DOCTOR!!
He bellowed, his voice echoing in the silence of the night. The hospital staff rushed toward the car as he carefully lifted Ankita into his arms.
Her head lolled against his chest, her breathing shallow, but she didn’t take her eyes off him. Even as the chaos of the hospital surrounded them—doctors shouting orders, machines beeping—Ankita held onto that look, that quiet promise that everything would be okay.
Agastya carried her through the hospital doors, his mind screaming, his heartbreaking, but his arms steady as he held her against him—afraid that if he let go, she would slip away forever.
And At that moment, as the doctors wheeled her away, Agastya felt a part of himself breaking—something he would never get back.
He stood there, alone in the cold, sterile hallway, staring at the blood on his hands. Her words echoed in his mind like a whisper he couldn’t escape.
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