The sterile, white walls of the hospital were suffocating. The rhythmic beeping of machines and the muted rush of nurses only added to the overwhelming tension. Hazel lay in the hospital bed, her frail body connected to a myriad of tubes and wires. Her condition was critical, and every second felt like an eternity for those waiting outside the room.
Aunt Sophie sat slumped in a plastic chair, her face etched with worry and exhaustion. She had been at the hospital since the moment Hazel was admitted, her mind racing with fear and desperation. The financial burden of Hazel's treatment weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she had no idea how she would manage to pay for it all. With tears in her eyes, she stared at the floor, praying for a miracle.
As she was lost in her thoughts, a familia
