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t Victor's lungs like sandpaper. He's been pacing back and forth for what f

cal machines and the occasional hurried footsteps of nurses. But all Victor can

hes a glimpse of Evelyn, his wife

cient, but all Victor sees is her face contorted in pain,

ication that could risk both Evelyn's life and their baby's. Victor's

ms, grounding him in the present, even as his mind pu

The way she had looked at him, her eyes wide and glistening, a mixture of d

d swiftly around Evelyn, their face

gaze and calm demeanor, hovered near Evelyn's bed

closed, the bright fluorescent lights

d, his voice low but urgent. He glanced at the nurse be

other dose of magnesium sulfate. We need to

tion. "Dr. Morgan, her heart rate irregular," Jamie pointed out, eyes fixed on the monito

ed the monitor, the steady beep of the

t," he replied, his tone measured but strained. He turned to Evelyn, his voice sof

nd labored. She tried to speak, but only mana

palm against the cool glass of the window, feeling th

r everything would be alright. But right now, all he could do was

concern as she monitored the fetal heart rate on the ultrasound screen. "It's

it a few more minutes. If we can stabilize Evelyn, the baby's vita

. "Magnesium sulfate is in. We should see some improvement soon," she said, her ey

as if holding on to the last thread of strength she had left. Vic

supposed to be celebrating, preparing for the arriva

creeping into his voice. "We need a transfusion ready. And alert

close in on him, the weight of the doctor's wo

strands as if the slight pain would snap him

amie moved with swift precision, wiping Evelyn's forehead and

gency, but his actions were careful, controlled-this wasn

than the last. He wanted to scream, to beg the doctors to do something, anything, to save Evelyn and

ing everyone in the room. Dr. Morgan's face hardened

led with a sense of urgency. Jamie moved to Evelyn's side, adjusting the oxygen mask over her

his hands working quickly as he checked

g around, the rapid exchange of syringes, the grim expressions that told him everythi

achines resuming their steady, if erratic, rhythm. Dr. Morgan let out

rd, his throat dry, as he watched Evelyn's chest rise and fall with shallow breaths

closely. This isn't over yet. Let's get her moved to ICU for

ctor finally stepped back, knowing that, for now, he was only in the way. He took a deep, sh

ment, everything else seemed to fade. She looked so fragile, so small

oice weak but filled with all th

." He squeezed her hand gently, his thumb tracing small circles over her cold skin.

mile, her eyelids heavy w

"I promise," he said, knowing that he would do everythi

n hurried to Evelyn's side, her eyes wide with worry, while Richard's glare bore into Victor with a silent

Evelyn's hand, her eyes darting between her daught

iving. "We should have been here," he said, his voice laced with frustration. He looke

is hand, her eyes pleading for peace. "Mom, Dad, please..

you scared us. You need to rest, focus on getting better." She glan

t. "We expect you to take care of our daughter,

been festering inside him. He looked back at Evelyn, his hear

easy, but for Evelyn and their baby

n's forehead. "I'm here," he whispered, a promise that fel

as he held her hands smiling at her. No matter the complications, no matter the doubts that c

her room, careful not to disturb the fragile peace that had settled over

me," he called out, his voice carrying a hint of urgency. "Can I ask you abou

hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly. "Racheal? I'm sorry, sir

s. He wondered where she might have g

The nurse nodded politely and continued on her way,