The world outside the operating room slowed down.
But inside—
Time was running out.
"BP dropping again!"
"Fetal heart rate unstable!"
"Prepare for emergency intervention—now!"
Vivian's body lay still under the harsh surgical lights. Her skin had lost its glow, replaced by a frightening pale that made every second feel heavier.
Sweat gathered on her temples. Her fingers twitched once… then went still again.
The lead doctor's voice was sharp. "We are not losing both. Do you hear me? Not both."
A nurse nodded quickly, adjusting the monitors. Another checked the IV line again, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Doctor… this reaction—this is too sudden."
"Focus," he cut in. "We stabilize first."
But even as he spoke, something about the situation didn't feel natural.
The drop was too fast. Too precise.
This wasn't just a medical emergency.
Something had triggered it.
Outside the operating room—
Sebastian stood like a man carved from stone.
Still.
Silent.
