Chapter 39: Scapegoat
’Dead.’
The word struck like a lightning bolt, sending Zevian’s head spinning, his vision blurred with a mix of rage and despair. He stormed towards the operating room, his mind a chaotic whirl of disbelief and determination. No, he couldn’t lose her!
Inside the operating room, chaos reigned. Doctors barked urgent orders, nurses moved frantically, and the beeping of machines created a dissonant symphony of impending doom. Evelyn was surrounded all around by medical professionals, her body jolting with every shock of the defibrillators.
"Zev!" Avery’s voice cut through the turmoil, tears streaming down her face. Her friend was lying on the brink of death, and she stood there, feeling utterly helpless.
Zevian shoved past his team, reaching the glass wall, his eyes locking on Evelyn’s still form. He quickly went to the door, trying to barge in but his men stopped him.
"Get out of my way!" Zevian roared, his voice breaking with raw emotion. He tried to bang on the door, shrieking both the doctors inside and his family standing in a mess.
Damien quickly reached his friend, hugging from behind, he dragged him back. "She isn’t dead! The doctors are still trying! Calm down!" He glared at his assistant whose panic fumble had unleashed Zevian completely.
"Your actions will only scare them, Zevian! Let them do their job!" Damien grumbled, trying to pull back his friend who tried to break through the room.
Rosalind and Natalie held onto each other, panic and tears filled in their eyes. When Zevian pulled back, they heaved a sigh before focusing back on Evelyn inside.