Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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Separated Again

(Winona)

The stillness in the room is deafening, every second stretching out unbearably as I lean over Abby. She isn't breathing but I can hear a slow, faint heartbeat in my ear as I press it to her chest.

"Call 911!" I cry out as I prepare to get some breaths into Abby. I'm too scared to try compressions as it may do more damage than help.

Phillip's voice breaks through my fog of panic. I'm on it, calling them now!" His voice is laced with

urgency.

"Tell them she's under Dr. Green at St. Michael's hospital. She needs to

go there."

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His words tumble out as he speaks. "Yes, it's an emergency. My daughter, she's... she's not breathing and she just had heart surgery two months ago. We need an ambulance now!"

I hear him recounting details of the hospital and doctor. He tells them what I'm doing. I'm giving her gentle but regular breaths. Please let it help.

Anne talks now. "I'm calling Sheila Hobbs."

puffing air into Abby's

he reassures, his hand finding a spot on my back, trying to offer

her call, slipping the phone back into her pocket and moving

be here as fast as she

heart is racing, each beat

Abby so lifeless is unbearable, and I'm vaguely aware of the tears streaming down my face as I work to keep her alive. "Come on, Abby, please," I whisper between breaths, my voice cracking Phillip's voice is soft but firm as he

finally penetrates around me, a

a blur of motion as they took over, their

as they swiftly assess Abby's condition. One of them, a seasoned professional with

device hisses gently, rhythmically and her tiny chest matches with the rise and fall. "We're assisting her breathing." he explains to us, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. Mumma Bear." He comes over and

You sure did well

hands clenched, watching every movement with intense focus. "Will she be okay?" His voice cracks slightly, the fear

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doing everything we can right now. This

eyes flicking to the monitors displaying

heartbeat is slow and

a younger woman with quick, efficient movements, pulls out her phone to communicate with the hospital. I'm calling Dr. Green," she announces, her tone professional as she steps aside for a moment of privacy. "I'm not sure how we can help her heartbeat

Abby Joseph here with a very faint heartbeat and breathing with assistance only. What are your

turning into a muffled. exchange that leaves me anxiously trying to pick

the call and turns back to us, her expression slightly more relaxed. "Dr. Green is readying

prepare to transport Abby, the paramedics work with a well-oiled efficiency. They secure Abby onto the stretcher, the ventilator still attached, ensuring she receives continuous respiratory support. They check her IV line and wrap her in a blanket, their actions deliberate and

shaking uncontrollably and I

wraps a blanket around me.