Chapter 8 - IN THE HANDS OF FATE
Sirens blared. Sprinklers erupted, soaking Marcus and his expensive lawyers. In the chaos, the hospital went into automatic lockdown, sealing the heavy blast doors to the surgical wing just as Julian slipped through. Marcus’s guards hammered on the reinforced glass, furious but powerless.
Inside OR-3, Dr. Sarah Lin was already scrubbing in. The power flickered as the main grid shut down due to the alarm, plunging the room into darkness for three terrifying seconds before the red emergency backup generators hummed to life.
"We don't have much time," Sarah said, her eyes locked on Lily’s fading vitals.
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Julian stood in the corner of the room, holding Emily close. The little girl buried her face in his soaked, ruined six-thousand-dollar suit, weeping silently. Julian placed his large hand over her ears, holding the worn teddy bear out so she could see it.
"Look at him," Julian whispered. "He's watching over her. It's going to be okay."
