AUTHOR’S POV
"His vitals are flickering, Lucas. We’ve stabilized the arrhythmia for the moment, but he is hanging by a thin thread. The next forty-eight hours will decide if he stays with us or if we’re looking at total organ failure."
Doctor Alexander Carrington, the chief of surgery and the only man Nicholas Carter trusted with his life, stood in the center of the sterile, white-walled corridor. He wasn't looking at Margaret, who was pacing the floor like a caged predator, nor at Sonia, who sat on a nearby bench dabbing at perfectly dry eyes. His gaze was fixed solely on Lucas.
Lucas stood with his back against the cold glass of the observation window, his silhouette dark against the clinical brightness of the intensive care unit. His charcoal suit jacket was long gone, his white shir
