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💔Shayla Receives Devastating News About Kai…” 😱 A Heart-Stopping!


💔 “Shayla Receives Devastating News About Kai…” 😱

Setting: Late evening. Rain taps against the windows. Shayla’s phone buzzes on the kitchen counter. She hesitates before answering.


Shayla:
Hello?

Nurse:
Is this Shayla Morgan?

Shayla:
Yes… this is she. Is everything okay?

(A pause. Too long.)

Nurse:
I’m calling from St. Vincent’s Hospital. It’s about Kai Rivers.

Shayla:
Kai? Why are you calling me about Kai? He left hours ago—he said he was just going for a drive.

Nurse:
Ms. Morgan… I need you to stay calm.

Shayla:
No. Don’t say that. Please don’t say that. Just tell me where he is.

Nurse:
There was an accident on Route 17 earlier tonight.

Shayla:
An… accident?

(Her voice cracks.)

Nurse:
Kai was brought in by ambulance. He’s currently in emergency surgery.

Shayla:
Surgery? Oh my God—what happened? Is he awake? Did he ask for me?

Nurse:
He suffered severe internal injuries. The doctors are doing everything they can.

Shayla:
“Doing everything they can” isn’t an answer. Is he going to be okay?

(Silence on the other end.)

Shayla:
Please. Please say something.

Nurse:
You should come to the hospital as soon as possible.


Cut to: Hospital waiting room. Shayla rushes in, soaked from the rain. Her best friend, Lena, jumps up from a chair.


Lena:
Shay! Oh my God—thank God you’re here.

Shayla:
Where is he? Why didn’t you call me sooner?

Lena:
I tried, your phone went straight to voicemail.

Shayla:
Where. Is. Kai?

Lena:
He’s still in surgery.

(Shayla drops into a chair, shaking.)

Shayla:
This can’t be happening. I was mad at him. The last thing I said to him was that I needed space.

Lena:
Hey—listen to me. None of that matters right now.

Shayla:
What if that was the last thing he heard from me?

Lena:
It won’t be. You’ll tell him everything yourself.


A doctor approaches. His expression is careful.


Doctor:
Shayla Morgan?

Shayla:
Yes. That’s me. I’m his—
(She swallows.)
—I’m his person.

Doctor:
Kai has lost a lot of blood. The impact caused swelling in his brain.

Shayla:
But he survived the crash, right? He survived?

Doctor:
Yes. But the next few hours are critical.

Shayla:
Critical how?

Doctor:
There’s a chance he may not wake up right away.

(The words land like a punch.)

Shayla:
What do you mean “may not”?

Doctor:
He’s in a medically induced coma.

Shayla:
A… coma?

Lena:
Oh God.

Shayla:
Can I see him?

Doctor:
Briefly.


Hospital room. Machines beep softly. Kai lies still, bruised, tubes everywhere. Shayla steps closer, barely breathing.


Shayla (whispering):
Hey… it’s me.

(She takes his hand.)

Shayla:
I know you can’t hear me. Or maybe you can. You always said I underestimated you.

(Her voice breaks.)

Shayla:
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I didn’t say… for every fight that didn’t matter.

(She laughs weakly through tears.)

Shayla:
You promised me we’d fix things. You don’t get to leave before that.


Later. Shayla and Lena sit in the hallway.


Lena:
He’s strong. You know that.

Shayla:
Strength doesn’t always win.

Lena:
Don’t talk like that.

Shayla:
I’m terrified, Lena. What if this is the moment that changes everything?

Lena:
Then you face it. But not alone.


A nurse returns, urgency in her steps.


Nurse:
Shayla—there’s been a change.

Shayla:
Good or bad?

(The nurse hesitates.)

Nurse:
His vitals are unstable.

Shayla:
No… no, no, no—please.

Nurse:
We need you to prepare yourself for any outcome.


Shayla stands frozen, tears streaming silently.


Shayla:
Kai… if you can hear me—fight. Please fight. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.


The heart monitor beeps steadily… then falters.

FADE OUT.

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