Tears blurred Rocky's vision as he stared at her still face, seemingly oblivious to all the chaos around her, his heart in his throat. His entire world teetered on the edge with every second, as many hands got to work on her.
'Ava, please! Ava, please! Ava, please!' This was his silent prayer.
And then, the beeping returned. It was faint at first. Then it got stronger.
Rhythmic.
"She's stabilizing," someone said, relieved.
The team didn't leave immediately. They adjusted meds, checked stats and spoke in low voices. It was a close call. Too close. Rocky had been through this numerous times, but each one felt worse than the previous. It was as if Ava was preparing him for a final goodbye. Rocky did not know what he would do if that day really came. Ava was his life, in its literal sense!
Rocky moved back to her side, barely able to stand, his knees weak. His face was pale and tear-streaked. He did not even bother to wipe, and the health personnel around were used to this.
