I let the corner of my mouth curl upward.
And signed.
This meant that Nellie's meteoric rise from her previous life, the trajectory from research fellow all the way to academician, was now severed.
Permanently.
From morning to night.
Gregory's vitals gradually returned to normal levels.
My scrubs were drenched with sweat. The moment I stepped out of the operating room, my legs buckled and I collapsed to the floor.
It took an entire bottle of glucose solution, forced on me by a colleague, before I slowly regained full consciousness.
The colleagues who'd been in the operating room with Chad earlier grabbed my hands, tears streaming down their faces.
"Thank you, Dr. Delgado. Without you, we wouldn't know how we'd ever move forward from this..."
"Seriously. Edna Henson is a maniac. If her brother had died on our table, our families wouldn't have been safe either..."
I reassured them, one by one.
Finally, I could go home and get some real rest.
The moment I stepped into the underground parking garage, footsteps echoed behind me. I whipped around.
No one.
I muttered under my breath, turned back, and kept walking.
Then everything went black.