I stood there, an inert figure amidst the chaos, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and helplessness. Miranda's agonizing screams reverberated in the air, tearing through the sterile hospital room, and for the first time in my existence, words eluded me. It was an unfamiliar vulnerability, akin to a child unjustly accused, unable to articulate a defense.
Luna and Selene, normally composed, stood alongside me, their usually articulate voices silenced by the raw intensity of the situation. Even Imogen, typically a source of support, was rendered speechless, her eyes reflecting the myriad questions that mirrored my own bewilderment.
As I observed Miranda's desperate attempts to rouse Ben, a profound unease settled in the pit of my stomach. This wasn't merely an emotional upheaval; it was a pe
