Vin and Clary stood outside the hospital room, the air thick with worry. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered intermittently, casting an eerie glow in the sterile hallway. They exchanged concerned glances, each lost in their own thoughts, while they waited for any news about Annabelle's condition.
As they stood there, a sense of tension hung heavy in the air. Clary fidgeted nervously with the hem of her sweater, her mind racing with all the possible outcomes. Vin remained outwardly calm, though his mind was a whirlwind of concern for Annabelle.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, drawing their attention. Alex, Annabelle's brother, rushed towards them, his face etched with worry lines. His eyes darted between Vin and Clary, searching for answers.
"What happened to my sister, how is she?" Alex's voice trembled with apprehension as he addressed Vin, his desperation palpable.