**Chapter 10: Lucas's Fear**

As I lay in the hospital bed, I could feel Lucas's eyes on me, his gaze piercing through the beeping machines and sterile white walls. The alarm on the machine had started going off, and the computer at the front desk had alerted the nurses. I could see the fear in Lucas's eyes, his face etched with worry and concern. The nurses rushed into my room, their footsteps swift and urgent. They quickly assessed the situation, their eyes scanning the monitors and my body. One of them, a tall, blonde woman with a kind face, spoke quickly to Lucas. "We're going to do everything we can to help her," she said, her voice firm and reassuring. But Lucas wasn't listening. He was too busy staring at me, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. I could see the panic rising in his chest, his breathing quickening as he tried to process what was happening. The nurse's words were lost on him as he watched me, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. I could feel his fear, his anxiety, and it was like a palpable presence in the room. The machines surrounding my bed continued to beep, their insistent tone growing louder and more urgent. The doctor and nurses were working quickly to try and control the situation, their faces set in determined expressions. Lucas's grip on my hand tightened, his fingers intertwining with mine as he tried to hold on to me. I could feel his heart racing, his pulse pounding in his wrist as he tried to stay calm. But it was no use. The fear was too much, and it was starting to overwhelm him. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes, his face crumpling as he tried to hold back his emotions. The doctor's voice was calm and reassuring, but Lucas wasn't listening. He was too busy watching me, his eyes fixed on my face as I thrashed about on the bed. The seizure had been terrifying, and I could feel the aftershocks still coursing through my body. The medical team was working quickly to stabilize my vital signs, but Lucas was too scared to think straight. He was consumed by fear, his mind racing with thoughts of losing me. As the minutes ticked by, Lucas's fear only intensified. He was trapped in a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up. All he could do was watch as I lay in the hospital bed, my body fragile and vulnerable. The doctor and nurses were doing everything they could to help me, but Lucas was too scared to see it. All he could see was the worst-case scenario, and it was tearing him apart. I tried to reach out to him, to let him know that I was okay, but my voice was barely a whisper. Lucas's eyes were too busy scanning my face, searching for any sign of life. The machines beeped on, their insistent tone a reminder of the fragility of life. Lucas's fear was a palpable presence in the room, a living, breathing thing that threatened to consume him. As the medical team worked to stabilize my condition, Lucas was trapped in a world of fear and uncertainty. He was powerless to do anything but watch as I lay in the hospital bed, my body fighting for life.