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    Tina’s posture eased slightly. She darted a brief nce at Sadie, eyes flickering with consideration.


    This sounded like a good excuse.


    Sadie nudged her gently.


    “Just go. This is your new assignment. And if you stall, I’m deducting from your sry.”


    Tina bobbed her head rapidly.


    “Understood, Ms. Hudson! I’ll handle it right away!”


    She bolted from the space with lightning speed, her excitement radiating even in her exit.


    Observing Tina’s hasty departure, Sadie let out a softugh. There was something irresistibly sweet about Tina.


    With a slight shake of her head, she grabbed her purse from the couch and prepared to head out.


    Suddenly, piercing sirens shrieked from the room beside hers.


    Sadie froze.


    Noah!


    She acted on instinct, spinning around without hesitation.


    She stormed into the neighboring chamber. The sight inside drained the color from her face.


    Noah was lying still on the bed, his once strong, graceful features rapidly losing hue. The monitor tracking his vitals beeped rmingly, his heart rate nearing a t line.


    “Code blue! Patient’s in ventricr fibrition!”


    “Defibritor—now!”


    “Administer one amp of adrenaline, immediately!”


    Medical staff had surged into the room, clippedmands flying through the air as pressure mounted like a thunderstorm.


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    Sadie stood frozen, breath catching, her voice shaking.


    “Doctor! What’s happening to him? Noah, he—”


    The lead physician didn’t nce her way. His words were firm and grim.


    “Ms. Hudson, Mr. Wall is in grave danger. We’re beginning resuscitation immediately. Please leave the room.”


    What? Resuscitation? The term struck like a blow to the chest.


    Sadie felt her knees weaken, a deafening buzz flooding her ears. Before she could object, a nurse gently but firmly led her out. Bang! The door mmed behind her.


    She stumbled backward, steadying herself against the icy corridor wall.


    Every ounce of heat drained from her, reced by a paralyzing frost.


    No. This couldn’t be real.


    She whispered a desperate plea, willing the universe to spare Noah. He had to wake up.


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