MARA
I burst through the double doors of the operating room, my boots squeaking against the polished floor, the sound echoing like my heart pounding in my chest.
The bright overhead lights reflect off the steel instruments, too clean for the mess I’m about to handle.
My thoughts are a jumbled mess, but I push them aside, focusing on the task at hand. Rolan's life hangs in the balance, and I'm his only hope.
The masked man's brutal cut was no accident. It was a deliberate strike, meant to inflict maximum damage. Whoever did this knew exactly where to strike.
The artery, severed cleanly, had already bled out enough to make Rolan as white as a paper.
My hand trembles as I put on the surgical gloves. But I don't have time for fear. Trembling won’t save him.
I steel myself, grabbing
