Inside Operating Room No. 1, the air was tense and suffocating, a stark contrast to the quiet, fearful atmosphere outside in the waiting room. Everything was bright, sterile, with cold white lights shining down on the operating table where Rosa lay motionless.
Dr. Calton stood there, behind his mask, his face tense but completely focused. In this moment, all personal fears, all the haunting thoughts of the Red Eagle symbol or Richard's bloody past, were pushed aside. He was just a doctor, a medical professional, and on the operating table was a life he had sworn to protect.
He looked down at the little girl. That tiny heart, the center of all life, was now in his hands. He felt the heavy burden of the absolute trust that Richard and Elena had placed in him. It wasn’t just a medical respo
