Chapter 210
I stepped into Maria's room and closed the door behind me. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and a palpable sense of urgency. Maria lay in her bed, her small chest rising and falling with a shallow, rapid rhythm. Her skin was pale and clammy, and her eyes were closed.
I approached the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Dr. Evans and a team of nurses were huddled around her, their faces grim.
"What's happening?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Dr. Evans looked up, his expression weary. "Her respiratory distress is worsening. We've increased the oxygen, but it's not enough. Her oxygen saturation is still dangerously low."
I quickly reviewed her chart, my mind racing. We had tried everything we could think of, but nothing seemed to be working. Maria's condition was deteriorating rapidly, and we were running out of options.
