300: FRAGILE LIFE

ARIEL'S POV I sat down on one of the benches in the hospital waiting area, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Pulling out my phone, I decided to distract myself by scrolling through some videos on social media. After a few minutes, I remembered Janice and decided to give her a call. I dialed her number, but she didn't pick up. Chuckling softly to myself, I knew she was probably still fast asleep. Janice always loved her beauty sleep. As I was about to put my phone away, I noticed a lady, older than me, sitting on the bench nearby. Tears filled her eyes, and her hands trembled slightly as she clutched a tissue. Concerned, I moved closer to her. "Excuse me, ma'am, is everything okay?" The woman looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "No, everything's not okay," she replied, her voice trembling. "My husband had a heart attack. He's in critical condition." My heart sank as I listened to her words, and I reached out to place a comforting hand