The hospital corridor is filled with noise, panic, and the sharp smell of antiseptic, but Tara hears nothing clearly, everything is blurred as if the world itself is shaking, as she runs beside the stretcher with trembling legs

Her breath uneven and breaking again and again, while her fingers are tightly wrapped around Tahir’s cold hand as if letting go will take him away forever, and the wheels of the stretcher move fast, almost too fast, making her stumble but she doesn’t stop