Jay's POV
We burst through the hospital doors, still covered in blood. It wasn't all his — some of it was mine, some of it belonged to the fight, but none of it mattered. All I could see was Keifer, limp in my arms, the warmth draining from his body.
"Doctor! Please—someone, help him!" I screamed. My voice cracked, echoing down the sterile corridors, swallowed by the sharp scent of antiseptic and fear.
The nurses rushed to us, shouting codes, the metallic clatter of a gurney filling the air. They pulled him from my arms. For a split second, I resisted — I didn't want to let go — but they tore him away, disappearing through the swinging doors marked Emergency Room.
And then there was silence.
I sank into one of the chairs the cold metal making me shiver , my hands shake. Blood smeared across my palms, half‑dried and sticky. I could still feel his heartbeat against my arm — except now I wasn't sure if it was real or just memory. A tear slipped down my cheek, then another, until I was crying without realising it.
Footsteps echoed down the hall. I looked up to see Keigan and Keiren, their faces pale and frightened. They were still in their school jackets, hair messy from running.
"Where's… where's Kuya?" Keigan asked softly, his voice trembling.
Keiren grabbed my sleeve, eyes wide with unshed tears. "He's going to be okay, right?"
My throat closed. I forced a shaky smile even though I knew it didn't reach my eyes. "He's going to be alright," I whispered, pulling them both into my arms. "Your Kuya is strong — he's going to fight for us. He always does."
Keiren buried his face in my jacket. Keigan held onto my hand so tight it hurt.
Minutes felt like hours. Every beep, every hurried footstep down the corridor made my heart leap and drop again. I stared at the red In Operation light above the door until the glow burned into my eyes.
Finally, the light flickered off.
The door creaked open, and a doctor stepped out, pulling down her mask. Her eyes met mine — tired, shadowed, and unreadable.
I rushed to her, my words stumbling out before I could stop them. "Is he going to be alright?"….
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