Chapter 7 - Discovering The Critical Heart Condition
Inside Operating Room Three, the heart monitors emitted a rapid, frantic rhythm that echoed like a metronome of impending doom.
Elena lay motionless on the steel table, surrounded by a dozen nurses and specialists working with desperate, frantic synchronization.
Her skin was translucent, her lips pale, and the oxygen mask strapped to her face fogged weakly with each shallow breath.
“Blood pressure is dropping again! Systolic is down to seventy!” an anesthesiologist shouted over the blaring monitor alarms.
Dr. Harrison stepped up to the table, his hands gloved and ready as he looked across the room toward my masked figure.
“Her heart failure is progressing faster than our medications can compensate; we have to deliver this baby right now,” he declared.
“Do it,” I said, stepping up beside the gurney and reaching out to gently wrap my gloved hand around Elena’s icy fingers.
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“Elena... can you hear me?” I whispered softly, leaning down close to her ear despite the chaos surrounding us.
A faint, barely perceptible twitch moved across her closed eyelids, as if my voice had reached her through the dark abyss.
