Meanwhile, the heaviness of guilt pressed upon Waylen, its weight almost suffocating.

Juliette, always a pillar of strength, offered a comforting gesture, her hand gently resting on his shoulder as she urged him to tend to his own injuries.

“Waylen, attend to your wound. I'll stay with Rena. We can't afford to alarm her when she awakens.”

His vulnerability peeking through his facade, he Leaned on the wall and rubbed his hair angrily with his hand.

“I'm not in the mood."

As much as Juliette empathized with her son's anguish, she understood how important Rena was to him. Leaving him to wrestle with his thoughts, she assumed her vigil outside the emergency room.

The passage of time seemed agonizingly slow as Waylen and Juliette anxiously awaited news of their Loved ones.

Each ticking second weighed heavily on their hearts, the minutes stretching into an unbearable tapestry of uncertainty.

Two hours had already passed, the hospital corridor standing witness to their collective anxiety.

When the door of the emergency room finally opened four hours later, it was as if the world held its breath.

“How is my wife?" Waylen hurried up.

The doctor, a figure of hope in their strained reality, removed his mask and faced Waylen‘’s questioning gaze. His voice, a measured murmur, held the news they both craved and feared.

"Mr. Fowler, our examination indicates that Mrs. Fowler didn't sustain significant physical trauma. However, her brain did suffer a moderate concussion from the impact of the debris." An undercurrent of concern ran through his words, his gaze holding Waylen's as he continued, “Oddly, she should have awakened by now, but her response is curiously absent. It's as if her body has entered a state of slumber, a form of self-preservation." ©

Waylen was slightly stunned.

Furthermore, the doctor's revelation held an additional layer of gravity.

“Given that Mrs. Fowler is also pregnant, it's imperative that we monitor her condition closely. If her coma persists beyond a week, it could pose a risk to the baby."

“Is there no way to rouse her?" Waylen's voice was tinged with desperation, his vulnerability laid bare.

"The pivotal point will be tomorrow morning. We will pay close attention to her condition."

With those words, the doctor retreated back into the emergency room, leaving Waylen and Juliette to grapple with their own fears and uncertainties.

Waylen leaned against the wall, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant. Juliette helped him up and said in a crying voice, "You have to hold on, Waylen! Rena will wake up soon.

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Lifting his head, Waylen said softly, "Mom, I should have treated her better."