Immediately, Doctor Ken ordered the nurse to bring the required machines into the theater room in which Robert lay fighting for his life in a firm and authoritative voice.
"Theater room, stat!" he called out down the corridor, his words echoing a call to action that brought the scrambling nurses into motion.
In went the devices, their beeping monitors and humming engines, a symphony of technology working in tandem to save Robert's life.
"Madam, please, you need to step out so we can do our job," Doctor Ken said softly yet firmly to Emma, who stood frozen in anguish, her eyes fixed on Robert's pale face.
Emma's face, which had taken on the semblance of a bereaved widow with lines of worry and despair engraved on it, started to turn away from the scene in mechanical movements of disconne
