Mason rushed through the hospital's front entrance, barely acknowledging the nurses who greeted him.
His heart pounded heavily in his chest as the lift doors closed behind him. Every second felt like a lifetime.
He had received a call just ten minutes earlier from Doctor Albert, asking him to come immediately. No details, just urgency. That alone was enough to unsettle Mason.
The elevator dinged at the VIP ward. As soon as the doors opened, Mason burst out and walked straight to the private treatment wing.
Doctor Albert was already waiting by the door, his arms crossed, his face grave.
"Doctor," Mason said breathlessly. "What's happening? Is he awake?"
Doctor Albert exhaled slowly, eyes softening. "No, he's not awake… I'm sorry, but his condition has worsened."
Mason's stomach dropped. "What do you mean, doctor?" He stepped forward, trying to peek into the room past the small glass window on the door.
