Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 915

Ryder had arrived as a volunteer medic, his heart set on making a difference amidst the chaos.

No sooner had he touched ground than he was thrust into the fray, attending to the injured with the skill NôvelDrama.Org © content.

and precision that only a top-tier neurosurgeon could muster. In the face of disaster, his expertise

shone.

The evening of his arrival, sleep was a luxury Ryder couldn’t afford. He spent the night in the makeshift

clinic, a beacon of hope in the darkest hours.

Agnes, though exhausted beyond measure, managed a mere two hours of fitful rest in the tent before

joining him. The first 36 hours were critical, and time was slipping through their fingers.

Patient after patient was brought in, a relentless tide of suffering. The clinic was overrun. The

earthquake had taken its toll, leaving them in a precarious shelter with sporadic electricity and

damaged equipment, exacerbating an already dire situation. Medicines were scarce, adding insult to

injury.

Blocked mountain roads kept additional aid at bay, the uncertainty of their arrival hanging heavy in the

air. With communications down, Agnes could no longer broadcast live updates, instead documenting

every harrowing moment for posterity.

Despite the devastation, Agnes and her companions joined the ranks of the volunteers, determined to

make a difference. Bronzetown Borough was shaken to its core, aftershocks threatening the little

stability they had, homes reduced to rubble, with many still trapped beneath.

As the death toll rose, the stark reality hit them; they could only save so many. Agnes witnessed too

many farewells, the town a veritable inferno of human suffering. The fear of nature's wrath, the agony

of loss, and the uncertainty of the future—such scenes eclipsed all else. Lifelong grievances and

heartaches paled in comparison to the catastrophe at hand.

Day in, day out, it was a race against death itself, leaving them with nothing but their spent bodies and

numbed spirits.

Then, in a twist of cruel irony, Agnes herself succumbed to exhaustion while caring for others. Luckily,

Ryder was there to catch her, cradling her to a room set aside for rest. She was merely spent, her body

weakened by the ordeal and lack of nourishment.

The rescue teams from outside were still nowhere in sight, the aftershocks relentless. Isolated from the

world, Bronzetown Borough had become a battleground for survival, even clean water a precious

commodity, let alone food.

Ryder had brought supplies with him, stashing away a few cans and loaves of bread. He offered it all to

Agnes, who, in turn, gave every last morsel to the children in need.

Everyone was on edge, not just Agnes. Ryder felt it too—his spirit taut as a wire, the devastation

around him threatening to snap his resolve at any moment. Coոtent of Drąмąոovеls.cоm

The world seemed too cruel, too unforgiving.