Chapter 128
My heart pounded as I navigated the smoke–filled hallways, my body moving almost on autopilot. The muffled screams and distant sounds of crumbling debris seemed to fade into the background as I focused solely on one thing–survival.
As I stumbled out into the open air, the sight before me was staggering. A thick crowd of people had already gathered, some coughing violently, others crying as firefighters and rescue teams arrived in a flurry of shouts and flashing lights.
The flames painted the sky in shades of orange and black, their hungry roar echoing through the chaos as people stumbled over each other, desperate to escape. I managed to stumble out into the open air, lungs searing as I took in the fresh breeze.
My
vision was blurred, my mind a haze, but I spotted Lirian through the thick, frantic crowd. He was standing a short distance away, his eyes darting desperately across the flood of people.
The moment he saw me, a look of intense relief washed over his face, and he pushed through the mob, rushing toward me.
“Sophia!” he cried, his voice cracking with emotion as he reached my side. “Thank god, you’re okay.” His hands reached out, gently gripping my shoulders, as though he couldn’t believe I was really
there.
“I thought… I thought I’d lost you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the raw fear in his
words made my heart ache.
“I’m here, Lirian,” I managed, though my voice trembled. “I made it out.”
He almost cried..
And then his gaze was already drawn back to the blazing inferno behind me. His eyes were wide with terror as he took in the sight of the building collapsing in on itself, every scream and crash, reverberating in his mind as if each one was the last cry of someone he loved.
“I… I thought you…” His voice wavered, his hand reaching up to touch my face gently, as if needing proof that I was real and standing in front of him.
Without
warning, he pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around me with desperate urgency. I felt him shiver as he buried his face against my shoulder, gripping me as if he feared I might vanish any moment. “I thought I had lost you Sophia” he whispered, his voice a broken
murmur.
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The vulnerability in his tone made my heart twist as he held me, clinging on with an intensity that left no space between us. His words came out in a rush, barely audible yet filled with raw emotion,
“Don’t ever scare me like that again. I couldn’t bear it.” His grip tightened, his body leaning into mine as though he were grounding himself in the warmth of my presence.
As the flames finally dwindled and the roar of the fire gave way to the muted murmurs of the crowd, my mind raced. The fire, despite its ferocity, had been discovered early, and thanks to the quick
actions of the personnel, the casualties were minimal.
word the waiting
Yet as paramedics carried two soot–covered figures ambulances, my heart sank, recognizing one of them as Arman. His once proud figure was barely recognizable, his body charred and lifeless. The other person, though scorched, was clearly Linda.
“Wait!” I called out, rushing forward. I slipped in beside Arman, feeling a strange pang of twisted.
satisfaction at his sacrifice for Linda, and yet, the weight of witnessing his downfall was overwhelming.
I felt compelled to follow as they lifted him into the ambulance, his condition severe. Part of me knew I needed to see what would happen next.
Once at the hospital, the doctors worked quickly to stabilize Arman and Linda. Hours passed, each second dragging like an eternity. I paced back and forth, waiting outside the surgical wing, my Thoughts churning as I replayed the scene.
Finally, the doctor emerged, his face lined with the exhaustion of an intense operation. He looked at me, sensing that I was here as part of Arman’s entourage, and spoke with a solemnity that struck
hard.
“Arman has suffered severe nerve damage, among other injuries. His burns are extensive, and past
of his nerve tissue is necrotic. We may have to consider amputation,”
the doctor informed me in a low voice, as if unsure how anyone could absorb such devastating news.
I forced myself to remain calm, nodding in acknowledgment. Arman had once walked around like a prince, his self–assurance exuding power and prestige.
The idea of him, forever bound to a wheelchair or without the pride of his physical abilities, struck deep.
I have been strong in my current life but due to my soft heart I felt pity For a while but then gathered myself. For someone as vain and image–conscious as Arman, this was a blow beyond anything I could have imagined for him. Oh Karma!
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As the operation continued, a sudden wail echoed through the corridor.
The nurse screamed, ‘Stop her, don’t let her kill herself!”
