Part 2
The dimly lit corridor bore witness to Drew's restless pacing, a rare manifestation of tension etched across his face. Shadows danced eerily, casting an ominous ambiance that mirrored the turmoil within him. The emptiness of the corridor echoed the hollowness he felt as he awaited,
The moment of anticipation was disrupted when the door to Phoenix's room swung open, and a doctor emerged, his countenance betraying the gravity of the situation. Drew's piercing gaze locked onto the medical professional,
"What happened to her?" Drew's voice, usually a commanding force, wavered with an underlying current of vulnerability. His clenched fists revealed the internal tempest, a stark departure from the stoic exterior that defined him.
The doctor, cognizant of the stakes, hesitated before
