"Now we definitely need to take her to the hospital, but..." the doctor trailed off, glancing outside the window. The relentless heavy rain showed no signs of letting up, making it nearly impossible to leave the resort safely and reach the hospital.

"We can only continue with the medication for now..." the doctor concluded, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Brendan's frustration boiled over, and in a fit of anger, he swiped everything off the table, causing items to crash onto the floor. His composure shattered, and his veins bulged as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"Medication, medication! We just took medication earlier! Why is it getting worse?" Brendan exclaimed, his voice laced with desperation.

The doctor explained, "Initially, we thought it was just gastroenteritis, but it turned out to be acute..."

Brendan's gaze shifted to Deirdre, who lay on the bed in agonizing pain, her cries barely audible. Determination filled his eyes as he made a firm decision. He rose from