Realizing the grim possibility, Serena spat out another mouthful of blood, a mix of sorrow and fury overwhelming her until she slipped into unconsciousness.
The medical machines blared their alarming tones, and Martin, sensing the urgency, immediately pressed the call button.
Doctors and nurses rushed in once again, ushering him out.
Outside the hospital room, Martin, at his wit's end, dialed the number of that enigmatic contact once more.
For two days and nights, the mysterious person hadn't taken his calls. This time was no different; the call went unanswered.
Call after call, Martin's efforts seemed in vain. Clearly, he had been discarded like a useless pawn.
Despair and helplessness washed over Martin as he covered his face with his hands, sobbing.
After what felt like an eternity, the medical team emerged, and with a heavy heart, one of them announced, "Mr. Cooper, you've got the last three hours to say your goodbyes to Serena."
