The news that the patient had gone into cardiac arrest mid-operation quickly spread through the hallway.
After a chaotic flurry, Hayes Hughes put on his surgical gown and went in.
The tense atmosphere of the operating room collided head-on with the oppressive anxiety of the hallway.
In the end, there were no winners.
After what felt like a century, the tightly closed doors finally swung open. Hayes Hughes's breathing was ragged, but he pulled down his mask and managed a smile for them.
It was impossible to tell who in the crowd was the first to let out a sigh of relief.
All at once, a relieved clamor filled the hallway.
Faintly, one could hear the sound of Buddha Beads snapping and skittering across the floor.
"Who cried?"
Lying in her hospital bed, Mia Grant was taken aback by Ian Sinclair's words.
Ian Sinclair thought for a moment, not mentioning that he had cried too. "Your brother, I think. Oh, and Yates Donovan. He cried the hardest."
Mia Grant was a little surprised.
