NovelBarHis arm bore the brunt of the impact, the sharp shards finding an unwilling sacrifice in his flesh. The chandelier finally fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Debris rained down, the aftermath of the chandelier’s devastating impact.
The theater erupted in chaos, a scene of horror that painted the world in shades of uncertainty.
Rena, her vision fading into the embrace of unconsciousness, found herself trapped within the clutches of darkness.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Rena!”
Waylen’s anguished cry echoed through the air, a desperate plea that mirrored the depths of his sorrow.
He cradled her weak form in his arms, both of them drenched in a chilling coat of crimson.
Undeterred by his own injuries, Waylen’s voice shattered the air, a command that brooked no argument. “Call an ambulance!”
Time stretched on, each passing second a torment for Waylen. With Rena’s life hanging in the balance, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her or the precious life she carried within her.
And then there was Harrison…
Had he not acted, Rena’s fate would have been… Waylen’s mind recoiled from the unthinkable.
Beyond the hospital walls, a flurry of snowflakes danced in the wind, an ethereal backdrop to the unfolding tragedy.
The hospital’s sterile corridors bore witness to their arrival, Waylen’s face a mask of anguish as he battled his own hemorrhaging injuries. His pallor was stark against the unforgiving lighting, a portrait of a man on the precipice. Korbyn and Juliette arrived in haste, Cecilia at their side, worry etched deeply on their faces. Their voices mingled in a chorus of concern, a symphony of questions. “How is Rena?”
Waylen, his arm hastily bandaged, seemed to wear his exhaustion Like a cloak.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe took out a cigarette, lit it and took a drag.
“She’s in the emergency room. Harrison Moore is in there too. He might be permanently scarred.”
Grief pooled in Waylen’s eyes as he spoke.
In his trembling hand, the shattered remnants of an emerald told a story that transcended the physical object.
It was not until now that he had understood what Mindy meant. It was a tale of sacrifice, a testament to Harrison’s bravery.
For within that broken emerald resided the true guardian. It was Harrison himself.
Waylen’s resolve solidified.
Cost was of no concern, for Harrison’s well-being was paramount.
As the hospital bustled with its life-saving ministrations, Korbyn’s steady hand found its way to Waylen’s shoulder, a comforting gesture laden with understanding. “Rena will pull through. You must stay here with your mother. Cecilia will go to take care of the children. I’ll venture to the police station, seeking any trace of the accident’s origins.”
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