Chapter 133: ill again.

Amelia's heart sank as she and Ethan hurried into the hospital, their son's weak form cradled in Ethan's arms. The stark white corridors seemed to blur as they rushed past, their footsteps echoing hollowly against the sterile walls. Their son had already been admitted, but instead of improving, his condition had taken a turn for the worse. Amelia's mind raced with fear and uncertainty as they approached his room, the sense of impending dread weighing heavily on her chest. Entering the room, they were met with a scene of controlled chaos. Medical staff rushed about, their faces tense with urgency as they tended to their son. Tubes and wires snaked from his frail body, connecting him to a myriad of machines that beeped and whirred in a cacophony of sound. Ethan's grip on Amelia's hand tightened, his knuckles turning white with the force of his worry. "What's happening? Is he going to be okay?" Amelia's throat felt dry as she struggled to find her voice. "I... I don't know, Et