Crippled Forever

Bryan was quiet as she watched Alora stare at her brother, tears lacing her eyes like delicate threads of sorrow. Her gaze was fixed on the hospital bed, her mind consumed by worry and fear. Bryan went to sit on the couch, his movements slow and heavy, his eyes filled with concern. The waiting room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft beeping of machines and the murmur of hushed conversations.

Not long after, Betty, Grandma Creston, Elena, and Kingsley rushed to the hospital, their footsteps echoing through the hallway like a chorus of worry. They burst into the waiting room, their faces etched with anxiety, their eyes scanning the room for answers.

Immediately Bryan saw them, he stood up on his feet, his tall frame towering over the room. His face was a mask of seriousness, his eyes locking onto Grandma Creston's worried face. "What's wrong with Sam?" Grandma Creston asked, her voice trembling like a leaf, her eyes scanning the room for answers.

Bryan's voice was low and grave, his