Lucas lowered his head. His heart was in turmoil. A part of him wanted to feel relieved, his wife was still with him. But another part was hurting, watching Daxter suffer in front of him.This wasn't a victory. This wasn't revenge.This was the price of love and complicated choices.
He clenched his fists. No, he wouldn't let Daxter fall apart. Not out of pity, but because he knew exactly what it felt like to lose. He knew how agonizing it was to wait outside an operating room, chest tight, breath held, heart suspended between hope and despair.
Lucas looked at the tightly shut operating room door."God…" he whispered. "If there's still a fate that can be changed, please give them a chance."
Moments later, nurses pushed a wheeled stretcher toward the operating room. On it, Veronica lay weak, an IV and breathing apparatus attached to her body.Daxter instantly stood up, following at her side.
"Please let me go in with her," he pleaded.
