The minutes and nothing happened. Hector and the others never left the hospital. None of them even slept for a single minute.
Life had practically stopped moving forward, and the only thing on anyone's mind was James.
Even Linda couldn't bring herself to do anything. She didn't answer any calls, she didn't go back to her own work, and she didn't even try to prepare for what might come next. She simply sat there and waited because, just like everyone else, she knew one thing.
If James died, it would unleash a level of chaos they had never seen before.
But the truth was, James wasn't planning on dying.
Or at least, neither his body nor his soul was willing to give up.
"His pressure is sixty over thirty!"
"We're losing it!"
"Another two units of O-negative, now!"
