We lost him.

""Au… Augustine, you have to calm down," Derrick stuttered, his voice laced with urgency as he reached out, rubbing Augustine's chest in an attempt to steady him. "Just breathe for a while, okay?" he added, his concern evident.

But Augustine wasn't listening.

His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his vision blurring as a sharp, unbearable pain spread through him.

The weight of Derrick's hand barely did anything.

Augustine felt as if his entire world had collapsed in an instant, leaving him gasping for air.

Augustine shook his head, yanking off the medical string from his body as he forced himself upright despite the searing pain coursing through him.

The moment Augustine feet met the cold hospital tiles, a wave of dizziness hit him.

His knees buckled, and the room spun violently around him, but he clenched his jaw, refusing to collapse.

He had to see Charles—had to prove that this was all a lie.