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 Bethany Tries to Enter ICU… Lynette SLAMS the Door in Her Face! 

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The ICU hallway smelled like antiseptic and fear.

Bethany Hayes stood frozen just outside the double glass doors, her hands clenched so tightly around the strap of her purse that her knuckles had gone white. Machines beeped steadily from inside—cold, rhythmic reminders that life could change in a single breath.

Her brother was in there.

And she hadn’t been allowed to see him.

Not yet.

Not since Lynette showed up.

Bethany swallowed hard and took a step forward. A nurse glanced at her chart, then hesitated.

“Ma’am… visiting hours are restricted right now.”

“I know,” Bethany said quickly, voice shaking. “I just—he’s my brother. I need to see him. Just for a minute.”

Before the nurse could respond, the ICU door swung open.

And there she was.

Lynette Carter.

Perfect hair. Perfect posture. Perfectly controlled fury burning behind her eyes.

The room seemed to shrink the moment Lynette locked eyes with Bethany.

“You,” Lynette said flatly. “What are you doing here?”

Bethany straightened. “I came to see my brother.”

Lynette let out a short, humorless laugh. “Funny. You disappeared from his life for five years, and now you suddenly remember he exists?”

“That’s not fair,” Bethany snapped, emotion cracking through. “You don’t know what happened between us.”

“Oh, I know plenty,” Lynette replied coldly. “I was the one who picked up the pieces when you walked away.”

Bethany stepped closer to the ICU doors. “Move, Lynette.”

Lynette’s hand shot out and pressed flat against the door handle.

“No.”

The nurse awkwardly cleared her throat. “Ms. Carter is listed as next of kin—”

“Since when?” Bethany demanded. “I’m his sister!”

“And I’m his wife,” Lynette said sharply. “The woman who stayed. The woman who sat by his hospital bed every night while you were off living your guilt-free little life.”

Bethany’s eyes filled with tears. “You think I didn’t want to come back? I was scared. I was young. I made mistakes.”

“And now you want forgiveness?” Lynette shot back. “Now that he can’t even speak for himself?”

Bethany reached for the door again.

That’s when Lynette slammed it shut.

The sound echoed down the hallway like a gunshot.

Bethany flinched as the heavy door locked with a sharp click.

“You are not going in there,” Lynette said, voice trembling with barely contained rage. “Not today. Not ever.”

Tears spilled freely down Bethany’s cheeks. “He might die,” she whispered. “And I’ll never forgive you if you keep me from saying goodbye.”

For a moment—just a moment—Lynette’s expression faltered.

Her jaw tightened. Her eyes flicked toward the door, toward the man lying unconscious inside, fighting for his life.

Then the walls went back up.

“You should’ve thought about that before you left,” Lynette said quietly. “I’m protecting him now. From chaos. From heartbreak. From you.”

Security was already approaching.

Bethany backed away slowly, her heart shattering with every step. “When he wakes up,” she said through sobs, “he’s going to ask for me.”