The room was shrouded in an eerie silence, punctuated only by the occasional sigh or quiet whimper that escaped Rachel's lips.
Zech sat vigil beside her, his eyes tired and heavy from the hours he'd spent watching over her. His heart raced with worry, uncertain of the cause of her distress.
Throughout the night, he had alternated between adjusting the blankets to regulate her temperature and simply holding her hand, hoping for any sign of improvement.
The darkness enveloped the room, occasionally pierced by the moon's soft glow filtering through the curtains.
Rachel's face contorted in discomfort, her brows furrowed as if engaged in a silent battle. Zech's mind raced, torn between a desire to help and a sense of helplessness, not knowing what remedy to offer.
Hours stretched into an eternity, and as the night wore on, the tension in the room heightened. Zech felt an overwhelming sense of urgency, yet his options felt limited.