Even a few young women in the crowd couldn’t hold back their tears, the sight of this grieving father moving them beyond words.
Dr. Robert Henderson, Susan's attending physician, turned to me with a stern expression, his gaze sharp and accusatory.
"Dr. Eddie, you're the only doctor in this hospital with experience treating amniotic fluid embolism."
He took a step closer, his voice rising with each word.
"For the sake of your wife and child, is keeping your job really worth more than their lives?!"
"It's a doctor's duty to treat patients and save lives—and that's your wife in there!"
"The mortality rate for amniotic fluid embolism is 90%. Are you truly willing to sacrifice your wife and child for the sake of your career?!"
The stark statistic hung heavily in the air.
Margareth and Anthony went pale, their faces ashen with fear. Without hesitation, they dropped to their knees again, trembling as they knelt before me, begging desperately.
I didn’t so much as glance at them. My eyes remained glued to my phone screen, where the game continued to play out.
“DEFEAT!”
The game's failure tone blared from the speakers.