Chapter 97 : Losing a Friend
Ella
The sterile white walls of the hospital corridor feel like they're closing in around me as I stare at Sara's limp form. The early morning light filters in through the windows, casting a surreal, dreamlike glow on her lifeless body. But this isn't a dream.
Jacob's voice breaks through the haze, but it's muffled, like he's speaking to me from the bottom of a deep well. I see him, frantic, calling over a couple of doctors, their faces grim as they rush to lower her body. The sight of her limp arms, the way her head lolls to the side—it's too much. I feel like I'm drowning, and all I can do is watch them work.
"Sara..." Her name is a broken whisper on my lips.