"Just hold her arms down," Hana commanded, her voice dropping into a terrifyingly calm, surgical tone as she forcefully slammed her personal doubts into a dark corner of her brain.
She had a clock ticking down on her screen, and she wasn't going to let a psychological ghost cost her half a million points.
She grabbed a sealed tube of antiseptic spray and a laser-scalpel from the tray. Her medical knowledge sight flared, turning the rabbit's skin completely transparent in her vision, highlighting the exact location of the three trapped kits and the deeply ruptured uterine wall beneath the fur.
The heart rate monitor was screaming now, a flatline tone creeping closer by the second.
> [FETAL DETECTED: 3 COUNTS]
> Maternal Heart Rate: 28 BPM.
> Time Remaining: 03:45.
"If she flinches even a millimeter, the blade will cut her main artery," Hana said, lining up the blue laser beam with the rabbit-kin's lower abdomen. "So make sure to hold her down hard."
