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!”

four minutes were within

lip, beads of sweat dotting her forehead, Gwendolyn pressed down firmly and rapidly.

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

collapsing onto

therapy. Run a check.”

slumped into a nearby chair, staring

was shifted back onto the bed and subjected to a series of tests, but no other

simple fall that led to the

consciousness with embarrassment.

to see if I could

skilled care of

nurses left, entrusting Gwendolyn to keep an eye on

rhythm

weakly from the bed, “It would’ve been nice

her ears reddened from the tight straps of her mask, Gwendolyn advised, “You should consider hiring a caregiver, Mrs. Lopez. Next time, luck might not be on your side.” She

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

him. I used to pray for

her deep love

had