The hospital corridor felt endless.
Ayesha stood outside the operating room.
Her hands trembling.
Zayn was inside.
Fighting for his life.
Ryan stood beside her.
"He's strong," he said quietly.
"He'll make it."
But even he didn't sound confident.
Memories
Ayesha closed her eyes.
Memories flooded back.
Their wedding.
Their fights.
His cold voice.
His warm smile.
The way he protected her.
Tears rolled down her face.
"Don't leave me…" she whispered.
Her hand rested on her stomach.
"Our baby needs you."
Adrian Watches
Far away—
Adrian watched the hospital from his car.
Silent.
Unmoving.
Lina sat beside him.
"You shot him," she said.
Adrian didn't reply.
After a moment, he spoke softly—
"I didn't want her to cry."
Lina laughed coldly.
"You already lost her."
His jaw tightened.
"Not yet."
The Long Wait
Hours passed.
The red light above the operation room stayed on.
Ayesha refused to sit.
She kept staring at the door.
Praying.
Begging.
Finally—
The light turned off.
The doctor stepped out.
The Result
Ayesha rushed forward.
"Is he okay?!"
The doctor removed his mask.
"The surgery was successful…"
Her knees almost gave out.
But then he added—
"He's still critical."
"He hasn't regained consciousness."
Her heart sank again.
Inside the ICU—
Machines beeped slowly.
Zayn lay unconscious.
Suddenly—
His finger moved.
And his lips whispered one word—
"…Ayesha…"