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Arlo worked with frantic precision, squeezing the resuscitation bag, monitoring Caleb’s faint pulse. I continued chest compressions, my entire being focused on the rhythm, on keeping my brother alive. The clinic around us remained shrouded in intermittent darkness, the storm outside now a relentless torrent.
“His heart rate is unstable,” Arlo muttered, his brow furrowed with concern. “It’s too irregular. He’s suffering severe cardiac strain.”
My breath hitched. “Keep going, Arlo. Please.”
We continued, a desperate, silent ballet of life-saving measures. My arms felt like lead. My throat was raw. But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. Caleb was my world, my only family, the reason for everything I did.
Hours passed, stretching into the pre-dawn darkness. The faint glow of a new day began to filter through the windows, painting the room in muted grays and blues. The storm had finally begun to subside, its rage spent.
Just as the first rays of sunlight touched the window, the clinic’s lights flickered, then came on with a steady, reassuring hum. The hum of power. The air conditioning kicked back in, bringing a rush of cool air.
A team of doctors and nurses, alerted by Arlo’s arrival and the return of electricity, rushed into the room. They quickly took over, hooking Caleb back up to the modern, fully functioning ventilator and monitoring equipment.
I stumbled back, my legs buckling, Arlo catching me. I watched, my heart in my throat, as they worked. Machines beeped, screens glowed. They injected medications, adjusted settings.
“He’s stabilized,” one of the doctors finally announced, her voice weary but firm. “His heart suffered a major event, but we’ve got him back for now. We need to monitor him very closely.”
Relief, so intense it was almost painful, washed over me. I sank into a chair beside Caleb’s bed, reaching for his hand. It was still cool, but a faint pulse now beat steadily.
“You saved him, Maya,” Arlo said, his voice quiet. He clapped me gently on the shoulder. “You and those CPR classes.”
I could only nod, tears silently tracing paths down my grimy cheeks.
As the sun fully rose, painting the room in a gentle, warm light, news began to trickle in. Arlo, still hovering nearby, took a call on his burner phone. His face, already grim, tightened further.
“It’s done,” he said, hanging up. His voice was flat. “Don Hector’s people completely erased the Holloway dynasty. Assets seized. Operations shut down. Silas, Julian, Gable… they’re gone. Permanently removed from the equation.”
I looked at him, my mind unable to fully process the information. The men who had tormented us, who had threatened Caleb’s life, were no more. It should have been a moment of triumph, of victory.
But as I looked at Caleb, lying so still and pale in the hospital bed, the feeling was hollow. His chest rose and fell with the rhythmic whoosh of the ventilator, but his face was devoid of color, his eyelids heavy. He didn’t wake up.
“He’s been through so much,” I whispered, stroking his thin hair. “His little heart can’t take any more.”
The doctor, observing my distress, approached cautiously. “His vital signs are holding, Mrs. Linwood. But he’s not responding. We’re concerned about his neurological status. The cardiac event… it was severe.”
My blood ran cold again. Not responding.
“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“We need to transfer him to Atlanta General Hospital,” she explained gently. “They have the specialized equipment and neurologists to properly assess the damage. This facility isn’t equipped for that level of critical care.”
Atlanta General. A bigger hospital. Better resources. It was the logical next step. But it also meant admitting the gravity of Caleb’s condition, the possibility that “stabilized” didn’t mean “recovered.”
I clung to Caleb’s hand, my gaze fixed on his still face. The nightmare was over for the Holloways, but for us, it felt like it had only just begun.
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