"Where is the lead surgeon?" Matteo's voice was low, vibrating with a dark energy that made the air in the hallway feel heavy.
"Still inside," Enzo, who was standing beside Corazon replied.
"They brought in the ultrasound equipment ten minutes ago. No one has come out," Corazon added.
Matteo stood rooted to the spot, staring at the In-Use light above the double doors.
His mind was a battlefield. He felt a fierce, primal protectiveness flare up. If Isabella died, a piece of his history died with her. If the baby died, Ramirez's future took a blow he wasn't sure he could recover from.
Suddenly, the doors swung open. A doctor stepped out, pulling off blood-stained latex gloves.
He looked startled to see Matteo standing there like a dark omen.
"Mr Ramirez," the doctor began, his voice cautious. "We have managed to stop the primary hemorrhage. Miss Moretti is stabilized, but she is very weak."
Matteo didn't move an inch. "The child."
