Lydia Loses Sanity.

The piercing sound of gunshots shattered the tranquility of the neighborhood, jolting the residents from their evening routines. Startled, they immediately dialed emergency services, their voices trembling with urgency. Within minutes, police cars screeched to a halt near Ezra and Shasa's house, lights flashing in the darkness.

Officers swiftly approached the scene, their training guiding their every move. Their hearts sank as they discovered the lifeless bodies of Ezra and Shasa, sprawled amidst a chilling pool of blood. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on their hearts, yet their duty propelled them forward.

The officers carefully secured the area, meticulously documenting the crime scene. Sirens wailed in the distance as an ambulance arrived, its paramedics rushing to attend to the fallen couple. With aching hearts, they gently lifted Ezra and Shasa, their lifeless forms a stark reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded.

Meanwhile, the officer in charge turned his attention to the concerned neighbors, seeking any information that could shed light on the grim events. His eyes scanned the worried faces gathered around him.

"Did Ezra have any relatives that we should contact?" he inquired, his voice steady but laced with a sense of urgency.

One of the neighbors, a middle-aged woman named Sarah, stepped forward, her voice filled with concern. "Yes, he has a mother named Lydia. I have her number. I can give it to you."

The officer nodded gratefully. "Please do. It's crucial that we reach out to her as soon as possible."

Sarah retrieved her phone and dialed Lydia's number, her own hands trembling. Meanwhile, in the comfort of her living room, Lydia sat engrossed in a television program, unaware of the tragedy that had unfolded just moments ago.

The ringing phone startled Lydia, and her heart skipped a beat as she answered. "Hello?"

Sarah's voice trembled as she spoke, her words heavy with worry. "Lydia, this is Sarah from next door. There has been an incident at Ezra's place. The police are here, and they're asking for you to come over."

Fear clutched Lydia's heart as she grasped the severity of the situation. "Oh my God! What happened? Is Ezra okay?"

Sarah's voice cracked with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Lydia. I don't have all the details, but please come as soon as you can."

Panic surged through Lydia's veins, her mind racing with unanswered questions. "Please, tell me what happened! Is my son alive?"

Sarah, her voice filled with compassion, responded, "I'm afraid I can't disclose any information. The police officer insisted that you come to Ezra's place. It's important."

Tears welled up in Lydia's eyes as she clung to a shred of hope. "Alright. I'll come right away. Just... please tell me he's alive."

Sarah's voice softened. "I wish I could, Lydia. Please, hurry."

Lydia ended the call, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The room spun around her as she absorbed the magnitude of the unknown. With shaky steps, she gathered herself, praying for her son's safety as she made her way towards the door. The weight of fear and uncertainty hung heavily upon her shoulders as she prepared to face the unimaginable.

Lydia's heart raced as she pulled her car to a screeching halt outside Ezra's house. Without a second thought, she hurriedly exited the vehicle, her mind filled with a thousand worries. Confusion and fear mingled in her thoughts as she tried to comprehend the sight that unfolded before her eyes.

Bursting through the crowd gathered at the scene, Lydia pushed past anyone in her way, her determination fueled by a mother's love. Her eyes darted around until they landed on the lifeless bodies of Ezra and Shasa, their stillness casting a dark shadow over her soul.

A primal scream escaped Lydia's lips as her legs gave way beneath her. She crumpled to the ground, her body trembling with grief and disbelief. The anguish of losing her son and witnessing the tragic demise of the one he loved overwhelmed her senses, threatening to consume her.

In her despair, Lydia's fall became a violent collision with the unforgiving ground. The impact jolted her consciousness, the pain of her injury mingling with the weight of her sorrow. Darkness encroached on the edges of her vision, and she succumbed to unconsciousness.

Witnessing Lydia's collapse, the onlookers gasped in horror, realizing the immense toll this tragedy had taken on her. In a flurry of urgency, they called for an ambulance once again, this time for Lydia's desperate need for medical attention.

Within minutes, paramedics arrived at the scene, their trained eyes immediately assessing the situation. Gently, they lifted Lydia's limp body onto a stretcher, their movements swift but careful. With a sense of urgency, they carried her to the waiting ambulance, fully aware of the fragility of her physical and emotional state.

At the hospital, Lydia was rushed into the emergency room, where doctors and nurses sprang into action. They worked diligently to stabilize her condition, tending to her injuries and closely monitoring her vital signs. The weight of grief that had crushed her spirit now lay heavy upon the medical staff, their hearts aching for the pain she bore.

As Lydia fought for consciousness, her mind flickered between the horrifying scene she had witnessed and the impending fear of what the future held. She had come to Ezra's house seeking answers, only to be met with a nightmare beyond comprehension. The thought of losing her beloved son and the unbearable grief that accompanied it threatened to overwhelm her.

The hospital corridors were filled with a heavy silence, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded earlier. The police officers, wearied by the tragic turn of events, gathered in a small conference room, their faces etched with a mix of empathy and sorrow.

The doctor, a compassionate figure adorned in a white coat, addressed the officers with a heavy heart. "I'm afraid the fall Lydia experienced has had severe repercussions. Her brain has been significantly affected, and there's a real risk that she may lose her sanity if she ever wakes up from the coma."

The words hung in the air, laden with an unbearable weight. The officers exchanged glances, their expressions a reflection of the profound sadness that now enveloped them. To witness such a profound loss inflicted upon one person was already devastating, and now to comprehend the additional burden Lydia might bear was almost too much to bear.

Officer Anderson, a seasoned detective with a kind soul, spoke softly, his voice tinged with sympathy. "My God, what more can this woman endure? First, she loses her son and his girlfriend, and now this? It's beyond tragic."

Officer Ramirez, his eyes heavy with the weight of the situation, nodded in agreement. "It's heartbreaking. It feels like the world has dealt her one cruel blow after another. She deserves some semblance of peace."