Tension sat thick in the air as Zephyr stood by, handing the requested surgical items over to Aiden who operated on the patient.
Aiden moved quickly but carefully, ensuring that everything was in place and no damage was done to the internal organs. But to Zephyr, each second added a measure of weight, threatening and suffocating.
“Okay, Zephyr, I need a hand here,” Aiden said, his focus sharpened as he slowly held the beating heart. The surgical sponge was in view, trapped slightly under the organ.
“Zephyr,” Aiden called, yet no response. His gaze snapped right at Zephyr who now leaned on the other table where the item was placed.
Zephyr's eyes were shut, gasping for breath with his fingers tightly wrapped around the pendant.
Sweat rolled down his face, the salty taste upsetting him
