Trapped in a Night Rideshare Driven by My Father-in-Law Heading Straight to a Dark Cemetery
👉 Previous Decision: You chose to rush past the lawyers into the pediatric surgical suite before the court order can be formally served on the chief surgeon.
“Out of my way!” I roared, pushing past a startled lawyer.
My legs, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, carried me through the lobby. Security guards moved to intercept, but Garrity and his officers created a swift barrier, giving me precious seconds. I sprinted for the emergency staircase, the heavy cryo-case thudding against my hip.
Up two flights, my lungs burning, I burst onto the pediatric surgical ward. The double doors of the prep room were open.
“Doctor Reynolds!” the chief surgeon exclaimed, startled.
“Lily’s heart!” I gasped, shoving the cryo-case into his hands. “They have a restraining order downstairs. We need to move!”
He understood immediately. The surgical team, already prepped, swiftly verified the cryo-case’s integrity. Just as the chief surgeon nodded, giving the signal to move Lily into the operating room, heavy thuds echoed from the ward doors.
Corporate security, armed with power tools, began to cut through the reinforced steel. Sparks flew.
But then, a new set of voices. “LAPD! Federal Marshals! Stand down!”
Detective Garrity, flanked by stern-faced federal marshals, had broken through the lobby and was now arresting the corporate security team on live local television for interfering with an active organ transplant. The power tools clattered to the floor.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 14 to continue the story.
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