Chapter 312: Heartbeat
"The patient, Mr. Veston, listed both of you as his emergency contacts and legal guardians," the doctor informed Cammy and Greg, his voice grave as he handed over a waiver. "This was signed and witnessed by his attorney right before he was brought into surgery."
He took a deep breath before continuing, "He’s in critical condition. The gunshot was at extremely close range and caused significant internal damage—multiple organs were hit. He’s already lost a lot of blood and will likely require additional transfusions and possibly more surgeries. We need your consent now if we’re going to proceed."
The nurse beside him stepped forward with the documents. Without hesitation, Cammy reached out, her hands trembling as she grabbed the clipboard.
"Don’t wait. Do whatever it takes to save him. You have our full consent," she said firmly, tight with emotion as she quickly scribbled her signature.
The doctor nodded, already turning back toward the operating room, when a desperate voice broke through.
"Doctor, please—wait!" Bartolomeu rushed forward, eyes wide, panic painted deep into his face. "My daughter—Annie Tucker—she’s also in there! I need to know how she is!"
The doctor hesitated for a heartbeat, then turned to the nurse. "Please assist him. I need to get back to Mr. Veston now—there’s no time to waste."
As the doctor disappeared down the hallway, the nurse gently approached Bartolomeu to guide him to an update station.
Cammy gripped Greg’s arm, her knuckles white. "He’s going to make it, right?"
Greg didn’t speak. He only nodded, pulling her close, as the doors to the OR swung shut once again behind the doctor.
Then, as if the universe had aligned with the rising tension in the air, the operating room doors swung open again—this time, not one but two doctors stepped out, followed closely by a nurse clutching a clipboard against her chest as if it were her only anchor.
Bartolomeu’s breath caught in his throat. He rushed forward, nearly stumbling, weaving past Greg and Cammy, desperate for answers. Hope clashed violently with fear in his aging eyes.