An almost lifeless body rested on the medical bed, barely resembling the girl she once was. The white sheets looked too large for her, as if the bed had swallowed her whole. Wires crawled over her like cold metal vines, running across her chest, arms, and legs, up and down, monitoring every fragile sign that she was still holding on.

Thick layers of bandages covered most of her wounds, wrapped so tightly that even the bruises beneath couldn't breathe. That patient was none other than Yashasvi. She laid in the ICU, still and unresponsive, her body refusing to react no matter how tirelessly the doctors tried.