Vihaansh's POV:

I didn’t turn back. Not once. The corridor behind me echoed with distant beeps, hushed voices, and the slow rhythm of a place where life and death walked hand in hand, but I refused to look. My eyes burned, and my throat ached with words I didn’t have the strength to say. So I kept walking… one step after another… until the automatic doors of the hospital slid open, letting the cold night wind slap my face.