And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 83

Eve lay crumpled on the floor, her complexion ashen, clutching at her chest before consciousness slipped away from her.

Gwendolyn’s face set in a mask of determination as she rapidly hit the emergency call button beside the hospital bed.

“Mrs. Lopez!”

“Mrs. Lopez, wake up.”

With the urgency of the situation and the nursing staff thinly spread during the lunch. break, Gwendolyn carefully laid Eve flat on her back. Eve’s breaths were shallow, her heartbeat dangerously slow.

Placing the heel of one hand in the center of her chest, Gwendolyn positioned her other hand on top and began CPR.

“1001! 1002!” She counted out loud with tense focus until a nurse arrived to assist and call for the cardiology team.

“Get the oxygen mask on her and attach the electrode pads.”

“Right! Gwendolyn, keep it steady!” the nurse said, kneeling to prepare the equipment. In these moments, no one dared interrupt a trainee executing life–saving measures.

“No need for defibrillation! Keep up the compressions!”

golden four minutes were

lip, beads of sweat dotting her forehead, Gwendolyn

body taut with anticipation. Suddenly, the erratic lines. steadied. “Dr. Quigley!

hands, collapsing onto the floor, exhausted.

for oxygen therapy. Run a

over, and Gwendolyn slumped into a nearby chair, staring blankly at

subjected to a series

a simple fall that

regaining consciousness with embarrassment. “I thought

my legs again and wanted to see

from hemiplegia was a possibility, and under the skilled care of Dr. Yates, Eve was a

nurses left, entrusting Gwendolyn to keep an

rhythm

door.” Eve spoke weakly from the bed, “It would’ve been

“You should consider hiring a caregiver, Mrs. Lopez. Next time, luck might not be on your side.” She wasn’t a critical patient, and with her cantankerous nature, the medical staff couldn’t always afford her the

a caregiver. I only want to go home. Every corner

I used to pray for him

her deep love for

wonder she had missed him so much.