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 within reach!

beads of sweat dotting her

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

hands, collapsing onto the floor, exhausted.

for oxygen therapy. Run

into a nearby chair, staring blankly at her

bed and subjected to a series of tests, but

had been a simple fall that led to the

consciousness with embarrassment.

my legs again and wanted to see if I

the skilled care of Dr. Yates, Eve was

her stability, the doctors and nurses left, entrusting Gwendolyn

the rhythm of the dripping IV.

Eve spoke weakly from the bed, “It would’ve been nice to see

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 attention

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

“I miss him. I used to pray

of her deep love for

had missed him so much.