As Alex watched the doors of the intensive care unit ICU being shut behind him, he was helpless as he stood rooted to the spot, his mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. Caleb and Unique stood beside him, their faces mirroring his own turmoil.
"We have to stay strong," Alex said, his voice barely audible. "For Dad."
Caleb nodded, his jaw clenched with resolution. "We won't give up on him," he vowed, his words a solemn pledge.
With a shared nod, the siblings made their way to the waiting area, their footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as they sat in silence; they were lost in their own thoughts as they spoke together in silence, hoping for better change.
Hours passed in agonizing slowness; the rhythmic ticking of the clock reminded them of the passing time. Alex's thoughts drifted back to his father's final moments; the heaviness of their conversation pressed down on him with a suffocating force that threatened to crush him.