Chapter 2 - Stepping Forward Into The Spotlight
The harsh white lights of the Northwestern Memorial Hospital emergency wing seemed to hum with an unbearable, electric intensity.
Dr. Harrison stood outside the swinging double doors, his face etched with exhaustion and urgency as his eyes swept across the waiting area.
“I asked who the father is!” the surgeon repeated, his voice cutting sharply through the sterile silence of the corridor.
Without a single second of hesitation, I stepped out from the shadows of the nurses' station and raised my hand.
“I am,” I said, my voice carrying a low, commanding resonance that instantly made the experienced doctor turn his attention toward me.
Dr. Harrison narrowed his eyes, taking in my tailored obsidian suit and the lingering aura of absolute authority that always followed me.
“Are you her husband?” the surgeon demanded, glancing down at his blood-stained surgical clipboard for verification.
“I was her husband,” I corrected him smoothly, stepping closer despite the hospital staff trying to block my path.
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“Right now, her medical proxy doesn't matter; I need to know if you share her blood type and genetic history immediately,” Dr. Harrison snapped.
“O-negative, universal donor, and I match her medical files on record,” I replied without blinking an eye.
