Her voice trembled, betraying her worry. I nodded weakly, holding on to the hope that my child could still survive.
The sound of hurried footsteps filled the room, and then a nurse’s excited voice rang out, "Dr. Levine is here!"
For a brief moment, relief washed over me.
"...118, 119, the baby's heartbeat has returned!"
The operating room was filled with cheers of relief. But that was short-lived.
A loud, forceful knock came from outside the operating room. The nurse went to check and returned, her face brightening.
"Ms. Cromwell, your husband is here to see you!" she said excitedly.
But before I could even register her words, Colin’s voice cut through the air, sharp and hurried.
"Dr. Levine, my wife is pregnant! She’s in pain—please, you have to check on her now!"
The room fell silent. Dr. Levine’s eyes hardened as she answered firmly, “I’m in the middle of a critical surgery. You’ll have to wait.”
The young nurse holding my hand suddenly stormed out, her anger palpable. "Are you insane?" she shouted at Colin. "Your wife is here fighting for her life, and you’re trying to steal her doctor for someone else?"