From Useless To Indispensable

Greed And Selfishness

Hours passed like slow-moving shadows, each moment stretching into an eternity in the sterile confines of the recovery room. Liana lay still, her body a fragile vessel teetering on the brink of life and death. The soft hum of machinery filled the air, a constant reminder of the delicate dance between science and mortality.

As the night wore on, the doctor made his rounds, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridors like a harbinger of fate. He approached Liana's bed with a sense of practiced detachment, his clinical gaze sweeping over her prone form.

"She's stable," he announced to Liana's mother, who sat hunched in a chair by the window, her face etched with worry lines. Relief flooded her features, mingling with exhaustion as she let out a weary sigh.

"Thank you, doctor," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a nod of acknowledgment, the doctor retreated, leaving mother and daughter alone in the quiet darkness. The soft glow of the moon filtered through the curtains