**The Day They Left Me**

I woke up to the sound of my husband's labored breathing. The four hotels, my loving husband, were lying in our bed, their eyes fixed on mine with a mixture of fear and concern. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they whispered, their voice weak but full of love. I immediately sat up and took their hand, trying to comfort them. "What's wrong, baby? What's happening?" I asked, but they just shook their head. Their grip on my hand tightened as they tried to speak, but their words were barely audible. "I...I don't know...something's...wrong." I quickly got out of bed and grabbed my phone to call an ambulance. "Help, I need an ambulance," I shouted into the phone, trying to stay calm. The four hotels' eyes never left mine as I spoke on the phone. They were holding my hand so tightly, it felt like they were trying to hold on to life itself. I could feel their pulse slowing down, their body getting weaker by the second. As I waited for the ambulance to arrive, I talked to them, trying to keep them awake. "I love you, baby. You're going to be okay. Just hang on, please." They smiled weakly and whispered sweet nothings into my ear. "We love you too, Noa. You're our everything. We'll always be with you." Their voice was getting fainter, and I could see the life draining out of their eyes. Their pulse was slowing down, and their body was getting paler by the second. They were struggling to take every breath, and I could feel their hand slipping away from mine. "Please, don't leave me," I begged, tears streaming down my face. Their eyes locked onto mine, filled with sadness and love. "We're...sorry...Noa," they whispered, their voice barely audible. And then, their hand slipped away from mine. Their body went limp, and their eyes froze, open and sad. I screamed their name, but they didn't respond. The next few minutes were a blur. I remember screaming and crying, feeling like my world was crashing down around me. I was in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. The paramedics arrived, and they tried to revive the four hotels, but it was too late. They worked on them for what felt like an eternity, but they couldn't bring them back. I was taken away, lying on the floor, screaming and crying uncontrollably. I was in a daze, unable to process the loss of my beloved husband. The four hotels were gone, and I was left with nothing but memories of our life together. As I lay there, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The four hotels' last words kept echoing in my mind: "Something's ain't right, sweetie." What did they mean? What happened to them? I knew I had to find out, but for now, I was consumed by grief. My world had been shattered, and I didn't know how to pick up the pieces. The four hotels were gone, and I was left to face a future without them. But little did I know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would change my life forever.