Vaidaksh had arranged the emergency ambulance long before as a precaution, but he had never imagined he would actually need it like this. Never in his worst nightmares had he pictured his beloved wife and his brother lying injured, fighting for every breath. The moment he saw them, his mind froze. His hands trembled uncontrollably, his heartbeat roared in his ears, yet somehow… somehow he forced himself to stay composed. For Siyanshi. For Vihaansh.

Inside the ambulance, the atmosphere was thick with tension and fear. The doctors immediately began their procedures, oxygen masks, IV lines, continuous monitoring. Every beep of the machines stabbed Vaidaksh’s heart. He couldn’t take his eyes off Siyanshi’s pale face. Lowering himself beside her, he gently took her hand into his shaking ones and began stroking her forehead, whispering broken words she couldn’t hear. Tears slipped down his cheeks, but he didn’t bother wiping them. His focus was only on her.