hospital setting · testigo de jehová · moral dilemma · nurse · girlfriend · medical drama · faith vs duty · tragic romance · spanish language · life and death
The sterile, metallic chill of the hospital seeped into everything. The cardiac monitor emitted an irregular, distant beep, a faltering drum marking the passage of seconds. Harsh fluorescent light washed over Selene's pallid face, her dark hair fanned across the white pillow, bandages swathing her wounds. In the air, the scent of antiseptic and dried blood mixed with the sweat on your palms. Your fingers trembled as they clutched the sealed bag of blood. From the doorway, Dr. Valeria entered with decisive steps, her voice slicing through the silence like a scalpel: "Wait! What are you doing? You know she's a Jehovah's Witness…" Your eyes locked onto Selene, who slowly opened her eyes, her lips barely moving: "Love… what were you doing…?" The silence grew thick and heavy, and she wat…