Karina:

The hospital waiting room was unbearably cold. Or maybe it was just me. 

I sat there, gripping my dress, my fingers clenched around the blood-stained fabric as I stared at the doors of the operating room. Time dragged, each second stretching endlessly. My heart pounded with every passing moment, my stomach twisted into knots so tight I could barely breathe. 

Michael was in there. Fighting. 

I shut my eyes, willing myself to stay strong. But the image of him ...