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

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

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

collapsing onto the floor,

therapy. Run

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

matriarch was shifted back onto the bed and subjected to

had been a simple fall that led to

fine, really,” Eve murmured, regaining consciousness with embarrassment.

wanted to see

from hemiplegia was a possibility, and under the skilled care of

her stability, the doctors and nurses left, entrusting Gwendolyn

the rhythm of

nearly knocking on heaven’s door.” Eve spoke weakly from the bed, “It would’ve been nice to

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 attention needed. Who

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

tears. “I miss him. I used to pray for him

deep love for

had missed