THE EDGE OF HEAVEN

You're standing in front of your own home, waiting for the door to open. The anticipation is building up inside you, and you're not sure what to expect. You've been waiting for what feels like an eternity, and finally, the door creaks open.

A young maid stands before you, a look of curiosity on her face. "Good day, sir, and how may I help you?" she says, her voice cheerful and friendly. You're taken aback by her question, and your anger boils over.

"Are you mad? You stand there asking me how you can help me in my own house?... You must be kidding me," you say, your voice rising. The maid looks taken aback, her smile faltering. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You glare at her, your eyes narrowing. "Well, now you do," you respond, your voice still raised. "Where is my son?" you demand, your patience wearing thin. The maid hesitates, her eyes darting around nervously. "I think he's playing upstairs, sir," she says, her voice uncertain.

You feel a surge of anger at her uncertainty. "You think!" you exclaim, your voice incredulous. You storm up the stairs to Mason's room, your heart pounding in your chest. You're not sure what you'll find, but you're determined to get answers.

As you reach the top of the stairs, you see Mason lying helplessly on the floor, struggling to breathe. Your world comes crashing down around you, and you're filled with a sense of panic. You rush to his side, your mind racing with thoughts of what could be wrong.

You pick him up, cradling him in your arms, and rush back downstairs. The maid is still standing in the hallway, looking concerned. "Oh my... What happened, sir?" she asks, her voice filled with worry.

You glare at her, your anger still simmering. "Don't ask me stupid questions now, just get my car keys on the table!" you yell, your voice echoing through the hallway. The maid jumps, then quickly retrieves the keys and hands them to you.

You lay Mason in the back seat and drive off as fast as you can, your heart racing with fear. "Don't worry, okay, everything will be fine," you say, trying to reassure yourself as much as Mason. You take a quick glance at his pale face, and your anxiety spikes.

As you drive, you're met with a traffic jam. "No, no, no... not today!" you exclaim, hitting your head on the steering wheel. You're stuck, unable to move, and Mason's condition is worsening by the minute.

You look around, desperate for a solution, and spot a road in the woods by the roadside. It's familiar, reminding you of a path you used to take to school during your teenage years. "Maybe that road will get us to the hospital quicker," you think, a glimmer of hope rising in your chest.

Without hesitation, you get out of the car and take Mason with you. Carrying him in your arms, you navigate through the traffic jam and into the woods. The trees seem to close in around you, casting deep shadows that make it difficult to see.

You continue on foot, your heart pounding in your chest. Mason's condition is deteriorating, and you're running out of time. You can feel his body growing limp in your arms, and your panic intensifies.

As you run, the trees seem to blur together, and you're focused solely on reaching the hospital. You can see the end of the road in the distance, and you pour all your energy into reaching it.

Finally, you see the hospital gate, and you yell for the nurses. Three nurses rush out with a bed, and you watch as they take Mason from your arms and lay him on the bed. You're left standing, feeling helpless and scared.

The nurses push Mason's bed towards the patient ward, and you're left to follow behind, your mind reeling with fear and uncertainty. What will happen to Mason? Will he be okay? The questions swirl in your head, and you're desperate for answers.

As you wait, you're filled with a sense of dread. You're not sure what the future holds, but you're determined to do everything in your power to save Mason. The minutes tick by, feeling like hours, and you're on edge, waiting for news.

The doctor finally emerges, and you rush to his side. "Doc, what happened to my son? How's he now? Trust he's better now, right? How soon can he be discharged?" you ask, your questions tumbling out in a rush.