Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 5-1

"His vitals are crashing. We’re in the optimal treatment window," Danielle’s cool voice cut through the chaos. "Another hour and not even God could save him."

"And who’d take responsibility if he dies on the table?" Savannah snapped, rounding on Danielle. "Go play doctor somewhere else."

"Quacks," Danielle muttered, examining her nails.

"What did you just call us?" Savannah’s face flushed crimson.

"Savannah, don’t argue with a young girl. The patient’s condition is our priority right now," Christopher said diplomatically.

"She called me a quack!" Savannah’s voice rose shrilly. She, the youngest associate chief of surgery with a wall full of awards, bristled at having her competence questioned by this girl.

"She doesn’t understand the situation, so why bother arguing?" Christopher focused solely on Logan’s crisis. No matter what, they couldn’t let him die in their hospital-the consequences would affect not just the institution, but everyone present.

the surgery," Danielle stated, arms crossed

you even old enough to drive? Have a medical license?" Savannah’s laugh dripped acid. "He’s had multiple failed heart surgeries. His heart’s

Savannah," Christopher said, wanting

The room fell silent at her attending physician status-nearly impossible for

slap across Savannah’s face. The surrounding doctors stared in disbelief. ’An

we begin?" Danielle’s smile

a resident whispered to his

"You know Mr. Charrington’s grandson. He’d burn this

we do now?"

helplessly.

defuse the situation. "This is an extremely high-risk surgery. Even Dr. Wood isn’t

survival. The risk is simply too high-it’s beyond our expertise to

who’d been observing silently, spoke. "You

You’ll assist,"