Ethan, Clara, and Lila walked towards the car, the weight of the recent events still heavy on their shoulders. As they drove home, the silence in the car was palpable. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, replaying the events of the past few days in their minds.

Back at the house, Ethan carried Noah to his room and gently laid him on the bed. Clara followed behind, tucking the covers around her son. Lila stood in the doorway, watching them, feeling a sense of guilt and remorse.

'I'm going to make some tea,' Clara said, breaking the silence. 'Would you like some, Lila?'

Lila shook her head. 'No, thank you,' she replied. 'I think I'll just go to bed.'

Clara nodded and headed to the kitchen. Ethan sat down on the edge of Noah's bed, watching his son sleep. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from Noah's face, his heart filled with love and gratitude.

'He's going to be okay, you know,' Clara said, as she walked back into the room. 'He's a strong little boy.'

Ethan nodded. 'I know,' he replied. 'I just can't help but feel responsible for what happened.'

'It wasn't your fault,' Clara said, sitting down beside him. 'You did everything you could to save him.'

Ethan sighed. 'I know,' he said. 'But I still can't help but wonder if there was something more I could have done.'

Clara put her hand on his arm. 'You can't blame yourself,' she said. 'What's done is done. We just have to focus on moving forward and making sure Noah is okay.'

Ethan nodded and stood up. 'You're right,' he said. 'We should get some rest. It's been a long day.'

Clara stood up too and gave him a hug. 'Goodnight,' she said.

Ethan hugged her back, then walked out of the room. He headed to his own bedroom, feeling exhausted but unable to sleep. He lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind still racing.

As the night wore on, Ethan's thoughts turned to Lila. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision in forgiving her. He knew that she had been through a lot, but he also couldn't ignore the fact that she had put Noah's life in danger.

He tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. Eventually, he gave up on sleep and got out of bed. He walked to the window and looked out at the street below. The houses were all dark, and the only sound was the occasional passing car.

Ethan stood there for a long time, lost in thought. He knew that he needed to talk to Lila, to make sure that she was really okay and that she understood the gravity of what had happened.

He decided to go and check on her. He walked down the hallway to her room and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he pushed the door open and peeked inside.

The room was empty. Ethan frowned, wondering where she could be. He walked back to the living room and checked the couch, but she wasn't there either.

He was starting to get worried when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. He walked towards the sound and found Lila standing in front of the open refrigerator, looking lost.

'Lila?' he said, walking towards her. 'What are you doing?'

Lila turned to look at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. 'I couldn't sleep,' she said. 'I thought I might be hungry.'

Ethan nodded and walked over to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the couch. 'Come and sit down,' he said. 'We need to talk.'

Lila sat down and looked up at him, her expression filled with fear and uncertainty. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I know I messed up.'

Ethan nodded. 'I know you're sorry,' he said. 'But I need to know that you understand how serious this is. You could have killed Noah.'

Lila's eyes filled with tears. 'I know,' she said. 'I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so jealous and angry. I wanted to hurt you.'

Ethan sighed. 'I understand that you were going through a hard time,' he said. 'But that's no excuse for what you did. You have to get help, Lila. You can't keep acting like this.'

Lila nodded. 'I know,' she said. 'I'll go and see a therapist. I'll do whatever it takes to get better.'

Ethan nodded. 'Good,' he said. 'I'm glad to hear that.'

He looked at her for a moment, then reached out and took her hand. 'I still care about you, Lila,' he said. 'But I need to know that you're going to be okay.'

Lila smiled through her tears. 'Thank you,' she said. 'I'll be okay. I promise.'

Ethan nodded and stood up. 'I'm going to go back to bed,' he said. 'Try to get some sleep.'

Lila nodded and watched him as he walked out of the room. She felt a sense of relief and gratitude. She knew that she had a long way to go, but she also knew that she had Ethan's support.

As she lay down on the couch, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. She knew that it was going to take time to heal, but she was determined to make things right.

Hours passed, and the house was quiet. Noah slept peacefully in his bed, while Ethan and Clara slept soundly in their own rooms. Lila, however, was still wide awake, her mind racing.

Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from Noah's room. She sat up, her heart pounding. She listened for a moment, then got up and walked towards the door.

As she opened the door, she saw Noah's monitor flatlining. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sense of panic wash over her.

'Noah!' she screamed, running towards the bed. 'Ethan! Clara!'

Ethan and Clara woke up immediately, hearing Lila's screams. They ran to Noah's room, their hearts racing.

'What's happening?' Ethan asked, as he reached the bed.

Lila pointed to the monitor. 'It's flatlining,' she said, her voice shaking.

Ethan's eyes widened in horror. He reached for Noah's hand, feeling for a pulse. There was nothing.

'Call 911!' he shouted, as he started CPR.

Clara ran to the phone and dialed the emergency number. She gave the operator their address and explained the situation.

'Help is on the way,' the operator said. 'Stay on the line.'

Clara put the phone down and ran back to Noah's room. She stood by the bed, watching as Ethan performed CPR on their son.

'It's going to be okay,' she said, trying to stay calm. 'Help is coming.'

But as the minutes passed, Noah's condition didn't improve. Ethan was getting tired, but he refused to give up.

Finally, they heard the sirens outside. A few moments later, the paramedics arrived. They rushed into the room and took over from Ethan.

'We've got him,' one of the paramedics said. 'Let's go.'

Ethan and Clara stepped back, watching as the paramedics loaded Noah onto a stretcher and carried him out of the room. They followed them outside, where an ambulance was waiting.

'We'll do everything we can,' one of the paramedics said, as they closed the doors of the ambulance.

Ethan and Clara watched as the ambulance drove away, their hearts filled with fear and uncertainty.

'Please, God,' Clara said, as she started to cry. 'Please let him be okay.'

Ethan put his arm around her and pulled her close. 'He's going to be okay,' he said, trying to sound confident. 'He's a fighter.'

But deep down, he wasn't sure. He knew that Noah's chances of survival were slim, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

As they stood there, watching the ambulance disappear into the distance, they both knew that their lives would never be the same again.