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.

overdue for delivery,” the doctor acknowledged, his face etched with a

plea, her eyes filled with maternal devotion. “Just save

urgency,

rhythmic beeping of machines serving as a haunting reminder of the fragility of life. The doctor, keenly aware 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 the labyrinthine corridors, where the operating room awaited, a realm

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

It might get to the stage where

would choose her kids instead.” Noah rushed

no one; he shook his head. “Whatever

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

endeavor at this moment. She’s weakened and the CT scan has revealed that the position of her babies is nothing short of precarious. Well 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 of the situation, then nodded solemnly. He

the midst of the hospital’s

woman suddenly

her breathless voice carrying the echoes of desperation. Noch Is

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

uttered sadly making into the seat

in silence, his thoughts involuntary rearing

painful memory, the most

day when fate had been merciless robbing him of his own wide and unbor offspring in a similarly tragic accident. Seeing Hazel

buried his face in his hands, the

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