It was the day of Milo's surgery, the day that had crept into everyone's chest like a cold, restless wind. The early morning sky was heavy with mist, and the hospital halls buzzed with the quiet footsteps of nurses and the faint beeping of machines.
In front of the ICU, they all gathered together — Ruby, Julian, Karl, and Adrian stood shoulder to shoulder, eyes drifting to the double doors every few seconds. Angeline and her husband's came too, their hands folded tightly in front of them as if they were holding back all their unspoken prayers. Even Pillu was there, standing there in the corner but determined to stay, his worried eyes flicking from one familiar face to the next.
Healer, who was in charge of the operation, was genuinely taken aback when She stepped into the hallway and saw the quiet crowd.
