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!”

minutes were

her forehead, Gwendolyn pressed down

monitored the ECG, body taut with anticipation. Suddenly, the erratic

collapsing onto the

oxygen therapy. Run a check.”

waiting medical team took over, and Gwendolyn slumped into

bed and subjected to a series

had been a simple fall that

Eve murmured, regaining consciousness with embarrassment.

legs again and wanted to see if I could

the skilled care of Dr. Yates, Eve was

and nurses left, entrusting

settled into the rhythm of

Eve spoke weakly from the bed, “It would’ve been nice to see my husband again, though.”

not be on your side.” She wasn’t a critical patient, and with her cantankerous nature, the medical staff couldn’t always afford

I only want to go home. Every corner of that house reminds me of

him. I used to pray for him daily,

of her deep love for

wonder she had missed