"Wake up! Rosemary, wake up?" Carlos called, his voice a mixture of panic and urgency. Rosemary lay still in his arms, her brow adorned with beads of sweat, as if she was caught in a fevered dream.
Carlos's heart raced faster than he thought possible, he couldn't want to lose her. Hurriedly, he scooped her up and dashed down the staircase.
He burst out of the door, the sun shining fiercely as if vying for attention in the commotion. The world outside was vibrant, yet his vision was consumed by one thing—Rosemary. He placed her gently in the passenger seat of his car
Without hesitating, he twisted the key in the ignition, and the engine roared to life like a waking dragon. He sped down the narrow, winding roads that led to the hospital, each second stretching like an eternity.
