"Grandma!"

"Grandma!"

Quick to act, both Tyrone and Larry steadied Wanda.

Wanda took a moment to compose herself, her eyes rimmed with red.

"Assist me inside."

They helped Wanda into the emergency room.

Cesar lay on the operating table, motionless with his eyes closed, his complexion ashen, devoid of life.

"Grandpa!"

"Dad!"

The family gathered around the operating table, their grief evident.

Standing a few steps back, Tyrone observed Cesar's lifeless body from afar.

In the shadows, he strived to contain his emotions.

He sank to his knees, his face a mask of stoic sadness.

"I request some time alone with him. Please, step outside." Wanda's voice was hoarse with grief.

"Grandma, please take care of yourself."

"I know."

Sergio, Tyrone's cousin, halted before him, offering him a hand.

“Tyrone, Let's go out first."

"Sure."

Rising from the floor, Tyrone exited the surgical suite in silence.