"Kara! Kara! Fight! Fight for your life!" Nareen cried out, her voice breaking with desperation.
"Ma'am, you have to step back," one of the nurses said gently, trying to usher her away.
"This is my daughter! She needs me—Kara! Kara! Ka..." Nareen shouted, her voice trembling before the nurse softly interrupted.
"We'll do everything we can to save her. Please, sit here and pray," the nurse said, offering a brief, solemn look before closing the glass door.
Nareen collapsed to the floor, her heart heavy with dread. She wept uncontrollably, murmuring desperate prayers under her breath.
Inside the operating theatre, the medical team worked frantically to stop Kara's bleeding. But their efforts were failing.
"What's going on? Get more gauze! Nurse Oh, press the blood pack tighter—she's losing too much!" one of the doctors shouted, fear etched in his face.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Get the defibrillator!" the doctor yelled.
Though he already knew the truth in his heart, he fought to the end.
The monitor flatlined. Zero.
Beads of sweat dripped from the doctor's brow.
"Time of death: Kara Williams. December 24th, 2024. 9:30 PM," he announced solemnly, shaking his head. He gently pulled the white sheet over her still body.
Outside, Nareen felt a crushing weight in her chest. Deep down, she knew.
The glass door opened. The doctors and nurses emerged one by one.
"Wh...where...is...she?" Nareen stammered, her hands trembling violently.
One of the doctors paused. "I'm truly sorry, Mrs. Nareen. We did everything we could, but we couldn't stop the bleeding." Then he quietly walked away.
Nareen dropped to the floor again, her cries filling the corridor.
"Kara! Kara!" she screamed, her grief uncontainable.