Chapter 6 - A Desperate Fight
The next ten minutes were a blur of flashing lights, medical acronyms, and pure, unadulterated nightmare.
Dr. Hayes expertly maneuvered a tiny tube down the baby's throat, working with a speed and precision that left me breathless.
“Heart rate is dropping, he is bradycardic!” a nurse shouted, her fingers pressed against the baby's tiny chest.
“Starting compressions,” Dr. Hayes announced, using only two fingers to pump the infant's fragile heart.
I stood frozen against the wall, tears streaming down my face as I prayed to a God I hadn't spoken to in years.
Clara was on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably and begging David's spirit to protect their final child.
Through the chaos, I happened to glance over at Elena, who was quietly checking her cell phone.
The sheer sociopathy of her actions finally broke whatever remaining love I held in my heart for her.
“Clear!” the doctor yelled, sending a tiny, calibrated shock into the newborn's chest.
We all held our breath, the silence in the room returning just as deafeningly as it had when the truth was first revealed.
Suddenly, a loud, beautiful, and furious wail erupted from the baby's lungs.
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“We have a heartbeat, his color is returning,” the nurse sighed in immense relief, wiping sweat from her forehead.
I collapsed into a nearby chair, burying my face in my hands as the adrenaline left my body in a rushing wave.
