The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 137

Seated in his dimly lit room, Tyler grappled with a whirlwind of emotions, the doctor’s words echoing in his mind like a haunting melody. Lady Guila slipping into another coma was an unexpected blow, a cruel twist in an already intricate tale. The air hung heavy with uncertainty, a suffocating weight on Tyler’s chest, making it hard to breathe.

He collapsed onto the edge of his bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. The room felt suffused with a tense energy, an atmosphere laden with the gravity of the situation. “This is beyond messed up,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with exhaustion and disbelief.

The fatigue etched on his face reflected the mental strain he was under. He let out a heavy sigh, the sound an echo of his inner turmoil. Every thought seemed tangled, each emotion overlapping in a chaotic symphony. Uncertain and lost, Tyler sought a moment of clarity, a beacon of hope amidst the storm.

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