Chloe's POV
Given the circumstances, a crowd had gathered outside the observation window.
Inside the ER, I had already snapped on my surgical mask.
Standing by the bed, my movements were methodical. For me, this kind of high-pressure environment was a walk in the park compared to surviving in the wild.
"Chest X-rays. Now," I commanded.
"Here." Lance handed them over immediately, his fingertips twitching with nerves.
I took the films and glanced at the blurry shadows on the lungs. I didn't flinch. "Lobar pneumonia, complicated by heart failure. Worst of all, his energy is starting to backflow."
"Yes!" Lance nodded frantically.
I flipped open my medical kit. The metallic snick of the locks echoed in the dead-silent room. "Give me the history. What's he on?"
"Patient is seventy-eight
