Chapter 3: The Ripped Rubber
The silence that followed Chloe’s whisper was heavier than lead. Dr. Bennett didn’t hesitate another second. His instincts as a trauma physician screamed that every second wasted brought them closer to an irreversible abyss.
He positioned the heavy stainless-steel blades of the trauma shears against the reinforced seam of the bright pink rain boot. The rubber felt unnaturally rigid, far thicker and heavier than standard children's footwear.
With a sudden, forceful thrust, Dr. Bennett jammed the shears into the side of the rubber boot and ripped it open vertically.
Riiiiip!
The sound of heavy rubber tearing echoed sharply across the trauma bay, cutting through the ambient hospital noise like a gunshot. A sudden, terrifying wave of realization hit Dr. Bennett’s face. The color drained completely from his skin, leaving him ghostly pale. His eyes dilated in sheer, unadulterated horror, and he physically recoiled backward, scrambling away from the stretcher so fast his shoes squeaked against the floor.
“Everyone out of this room now!” Dr. Bennett screamed, his voice cracking with absolute panic as he threw his arms out to push Nurse Olivia away from the child. “Clear the ward! Move! Move now!”
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The nurses and technicians froze, stunned by the sheer terror in the doctor’s voice. Ethan, seeing Dr. Bennett recoil, let out a primal scream of despair, straining against the security guards with superhuman strength.
“Get down!” Ethan roared. “Get away from her!”
