Chapter 9

Amidst the sterile white halls of the bustling hospital, a symphony of hurried footsteps and distant murmurs formed a dissonant backdrop to the unfolding emergency. The nurse’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and trembling with the weight of the situation as she guided the resident doctor toward the accident and emergency ward, where Hazel lay, her condition hanging in the balance. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed too harsh, too unforgiving for the gravity of the moment.

Hazel was wheeled in. She lay there feebly on the hospital bed. Her swollen belly protruded beneath the hospital gown like a precious cargo, both vulnerable and resilient.

“There was an accident,” the nurse explained briefing the doctor on the way.

Hazel listened while she battled with unconsciousness, it was hard to remain awake. Weakly, she implored, “Please, save my babies.” Her words, a fragile plea, hung in the air like a prayer.

The young doctor, his eyes a mosaic of concern and compassion, approached Hazel’s bedside. His voice, calm and reassuring, served as an anchor in the sea of uncertainty. “What is your name?” he asked with a calming smile.

“Hazel,” came her weak reply.

“Don’t worry, Hazel. You’re in the hands of capable professionals.”

As he inquired further, his gentle demeanor remained unwavering. “How far along are you?” he asked, his voice softened by empathy.

“About ten months,” Hazel replied, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

the doctor acknowledged, his face etched with a

eyes filled with maternal

urgency,

of the gravity of the situation, made a swift decision. “Prepare her for surgery,” he instructed, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility. With those words, he left the ward, disappearing into

ward, a concerned Noah approached the doctor, his expression marked by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. “Doctor, please, do whatever it takes to save

We need the family to sign. It might get to the stage where it’s her life or that of her child.” The nurse spoke

I’ll sign. Hazel would choose her kids instead.” Noah rushed out. “Alright then.

resolute, knowing she had no one; he shook his head.

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a candid assessment of the situation. Well, I’ll be honest with you. Her pregnancy is already

marshal every resource at our disposal but you must also prepare for the stark possiblity of the worst” He stared silently grappling with the gravity

the midst of the

woman suddenly burst

of desperation. Noch Is she okay? Chloe

gaze. His own epres betrayed a contact of hope and fear as he said. “It’s risky. They might

the uttered sadly making

his thoughts

painful memory, the most

robbing him of his own wide and unbor offspring in a similarly tragic accident. Seeing Hazel

his face in

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