Chapter 12 - The Recovery Room Victory
Within ninety seconds, the sedative kicked in, and Lucas's breathing synchronized smoothly with the mechanical ventilator once again.
I re-secured his arterial line, checked his pelvic binder tension, and adjusted his blood transfusion warmer drip rate.
Miles Carter stepped back, wiping sweat from his forehead as he looked at me with open admiration.
"Flawless recovery, Grace," Miles said, smiling faintly behind his blue surgical mask.
"If you hadn't stabilized that tube instantly, he would have blown his arterial repair open."
General Vance walked into the room, watching us work together with a quiet, approving nod of his head.
He walked up to the side of his nephew's bed, gently brushing a lock of brown hair off Lucas's pale forehead.
"He's going to make a full recovery, Marcus," I assured the general, checking the boy's warm peripheral pulse.
"He'll be out of the ICU in three days, and walking on his own two feet within two months."
General Vance looked up at me, a soft, rare tear gleaming in the corner of his eye.
"Thank you, Grace," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "Thank you for saving my family."
He looked down at the red file he was holding in his right hand, then extended it out toward me once again.
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"So... what is your answer, Colonel Holloway?" Vance asked, his tone crisp and professional once more.
"Will you take command of this hospital and lead Project Aegis?"
