CH-210: Forty-Eight Hours.
There were so many bruises on his beautiful beautiful face which made him look very ugly. A bandage was wrapped around his head. His eyes were closed and had a Ventilation mask on his mouth. There was a monitor on the side of his bed providing a continuous display of his heart rate, rhythm and oxygen saturation. All of those parameters were lower than the normal range which was a serious thing.
Emily recognized the man in an instant because that person was her lifeline. That person was her Noah. She quickly led her steps to the door. Putting both hands on the door tears started flowing from her eyes like a river.
For her, the world around her became blurred. Her respiratory system halted as if someone squeezed her neck. After a full two minutes later she mumbled. "No!" And then shouted, "NOO" She looked at the monitor and clutched her heart.
Seeing him like that, she broke down completely.