Raegan was at a loss for words. She tried to compose herself, searching for the right response in this overwhelming situation.

Henley's father's presence brought some semblance of order to the situation.

"What are you doing?" he asked Gerda.

He helped Gerda back to the bench, where she continued to weep.

He looked at Raegan with a troubled expression and apologized, "I'm sorry about this. My wife is just very emotional right now. Did she frighten you?"

Raegan shook her head, showing her understanding.

“It's alright. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you all.”

Understanding the gravity of the circumstances, she knew no one could stay calm.

Henley's father spoke calmly.

"Raegan, there might still be hope for Henley. I've contacted some specialists abroad. There are success stories. Amputation isn't the only path, though the chances are small.

But we must hold onto hope, shouldn't we?"

A flicker of hope ignited in Raegan's heart. She quickly responded "Of course. You shouldn't give up if there's even a slight chance."

Henley's father seemed hesitant but continued, “The problem is Henley himself. He's scared of the possibility of failure. Could you talk to him?"

Gerda grasped Raegan's hand, her eyes pleading.

“Raegan, Henley listens to you. Please, help us convince him."

Raegan gave a firm nod. She felt a deep sense of responsibility since Henley was injured when saving her. She would do whatever it took to convince him to accept the treatment.

After all, Henley had done so much for her.

Inside the chaotic hospital room, Henley lay motionless on the hospital bed. He stared intently at his legs, his face a mask of pallor.

Raegan's heart sank at the sight. She softly said, "Henley, I'm sorry..."

Noticing her, Henley stifled his frustration. In a slow, measured tone, he responded, "It's okay. You're not to blame."