Ivy's heart rate monitor screamed like a wounded animal. The beeping sound echoed through the private medical facility, a rhythmic reminder of how close she was to the edge between life and death. Frederick stood outside the observation window, his hands pressed against the glass, watching as the medical team worked frantically to stabilize her.
Dr. Helen Park emerged from the room, her face grave. "The second dose was too aggressive. Her immune system is in overdrive. We're looking at organ failure if we can't bring down her core temperature in the next hour."
"Do whatever it takes," Frederick said. His voice was hollow, emptied of all emotion by the exhaustion of the past forty-eight hours.
What happened next was something that would later be called a medical miracle. Ivy's body, push
