Chapter 5
At St. Jude Memorial Hospital downtown, sterile white lights illuminated the emergency trauma wing as medical staff surrounded Emma's bed.
Sarah paced anxiously across the linoleum floor, her charcoal grey blazer feeling suddenly suffocating against her trembling shoulders.
"Her vitals are stabilizing, Mrs. Sterling, but the neurotoxin is still lingering in her bloodstream," the attending physician reported wearily.
"When can she wake up?" Sarah asked, her voice cracking as she clutched the fabric of her lavender blouse.
"We are administering an antidote drip right now; she should regain consciousness within the next hour," the doctor assured her gently.
A wave of profound relief washed over Sarah, though her eyes remained hardened by the fierce desire for absolute retribution.
Julian walked through automatic sliding glass doors into the trauma wing, his expression cold and calculating as he approached his wife.
"Emma is responding to the treatment," Sarah whispered, leaning her head against Julian's broad shoulder for a brief moment of solace.
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"Good," Julian replied softly, wrapping his arm around her waist while staring down the long, empty hospital corridor.
"Because the people responsible are about to discover what happens when you cross a Sterling family bloodline."
