Mr. and Mrs. Wales rushed to the hospital, their hearts pounding with fear.
Upon arrival, they were directed to wait outside the operating room as the doctors worked tirelessly to save Augustine.
The minutes felt like hours, thick with tension and dread.
While they waited, the nurses handed them paperwork to sign—consent forms, emergency contacts, medical updates—each scribble of ink only deepening their anxiety.
Four agonizing hours later, a doctor finally emerged, his expression calm but tired. "He's stable now," he said. "The surgery went well. He's not awake yet, but all we can do now is wait. He's in recovery."
Relief washed over them like a fragile wave, but the fear hadn't fully left. Their son had survived—but the hardest part wasn't over yet.
Mr. and Mrs. Wales were eventually allowed to see their son, and as they stood by his bedside, the weight of guilt pressed heavily on Mrs. Wales's chest.
